Le Blackpool…


So we are all thinking about holidays right?

I used to live near to Blackpool. Those of you who know me will not be surprised that I did not go there very often. But I do agree that it has it’s charm.

Chips in the rain

Garish lights reflected in the wet tarmac

Dirty sand blown from the beach

Fortune tellers and slot machines

Faded, tacky grandeur, aged quickly in the salt air

The shrieks of folk on the way to nightclubs and the click of too-high-heels

However, despite these somewhat dubious pleasures, Blackpool seems to me to be quintessentially British- and northern British at that.

So when I heard that the Blackpool tourist board are trying to market Blackpool to the French, I thought that this would be worth seeing. I was not disapointed.

Watch out for the hot pot…

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