Put it down to nostalgia...
...but my brother, sister and I are in the midst of organising a weekend in Blackpool, when I'm in the UK in June.
The scene for most of out childhood holidays and our parents' honeymoon, we've obviously been whacked by a huge slab of nostalgia, and I've spent much of my down time this weekend surfing websites about Blackpool accommodation, shows, entertainment and the famed Blackpool Tower - the tallest landmark in Lancashire.
For me, I want a chance to get photos of my niece on a donkey, the much maligned Golden Mile beach, and on as many kiddie rides as she can manage. She'll be one, after all.
We're even considering staying in the same place we stayed as kids - though I'm not sure how it will rate with us now we are are experienced, globe-trotting adults!
My brother has warned me that Blackpool has become a venue for Stag and Hen parties, so we could be in for a rude shock. But a huge amount of fun, I think.
posted by claire @ 1:32 pm
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2 Comments:
You must be mental - Blackpool is a dingy, rough and soulless place full of hen parties and lads in scouse wigs! And now Manchester's won the super casino, there's no need to ever go to Blackpool ever again.
And one bit of advice - don't touch the battered beefburgers!!
It's a full nostalgia trip - revisiting places with lovely, happy family conotations at a time when we're struggling.
And the pic opportunities will be endless... Charlotte on things, in front of things, walking on the beach (if she's walking by then).
I don't doubt I'll be horrified by what it has become - especially living in arguably one of the most beautiful locations in the world - but we're looking forward to it all the same :-)
I'll take your advice about the battered beef burger. I think I can still smell your greasy burps... ;oP
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