Blackpool

One last return to that coastal town, and the rain drove in from the Irish Sea, the October wind triumphing in gusts. Sheltered within our crawling car, we witnessed the season stamp its seal through a conquering night, barely held at bay by faltering, neon light. The streets were swept clear, the waves threatened to swamp.

We bid our farewell for the year. The dark rejoiced.

 

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Blackpool And Gomorrah

We have just got back from Blackpool tonight, having taken the kids to see the illuminations. While they had eyes only for the lights, the rides, the toy stalls and the sea, my wife’s throwaway comment about the things that she had observed revealed a different perspective to that of the children:

“I bet here tonight there is nothing but fights happening, babies being conceived, and affairs starting up.”

She really has a rose-tinted take on humanity doesn’t she?

Anyway, in all of their ignorance and innocence, the kids loved it.

There were donkeys, you know.