Who said Blackpool was not romantic? Hmmmmmmm. Oh, probably me. The Hen and Stag party capital of England is notorious for its "kiss me quick" hats, greasy spoon cafes and tower amusements - it's a definate annual treat for us.
Miles of sandy beaches, arcades, pubs, louts, old folk on deck chairs, piers and bingo is enough to drive you bonkers after one day let alone a week but it's an essential ritual in our family to pay blackpool a visit and soak up that atmosphere with lust!
Donuts, fish and chips, waffles, rock and cockles fil up your nostrils allowing you to think you have come to hell's cafe whilst this photo makes me think Im in heaven. And actually - Blackpool's sea front, for one day, IS!
This is Belle after winning a penguin in a grabbing machine - could a kid get anymore happier? This wee lassy loves our trips out to Blackers - she gets spolied rotten in the arcades and little nickety-nackety shops. Icecreams, treats and pennies for the two'penny shovers plus rides and laughter all the way. Of course, lady muck gets pushed around in her Indigo chariot as we trudge the promenade from practically the start to finish of the infamous illuminations. Even I get to ride in this at times with her - the luxury is unbelievable!
I will upload more shots tomorrow - I even managed some tasteful pics. When you scratch away at the surface of Blackpool's roaring sea front there is actually some gorgous things to see. I love that in a place xx