Blackpool has changed since I was last there, and not for the better. I had
planned to ride up and down on the trams, getting on and off as and when I
liked to look at the lights, only the lovely old trams have GONE. They’ve been
replaced by horrible bendy bus–like things that don’t even look like trams.
Apparently it’s all down to the EU.
Overall, I wish I hadn’t bothered going. It
was a lot busier than I expected, but at least I’ve been now and don’t have to
return. The hotel was glorious. Ash Lodge, Hornby Road. A
Victorian house with all kinds of wonderful original features included stained
glass windows. I’d happily stay there again although I have to say I didn’t get
much sleep. Probably because I was too tired. Funny how that happens sometimes.
.
I didn’t even see the lights. I walked far
too far on the Friday afternoon. By the time it was getting dark, I was worn
out! Pathetic or what? The highlight for me was Central Pier where I had a go
at ten pin bowling and some other daft games. Great fun.
I got back yesterday lunch time to the
first delivery of stories from the NAWG competition. There haven’t been that
many entries yet so if you fancy a go, visit www.nawg.co.uk
for details. Don’t forget to give me a strong character and make me believe in
them.
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