Lancashire

Blackpool, Christmas Day

Blackpool, Christmas Day. Low season, high winds. The sky swaddled with cloud. The sea restless and threatening. The English seaside resort in winter: shuttered, forlorn, dormant.

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This was now the first time that I had looked well about me since landing, as the spot where I had been laid was covered with thick bushes which almost hid the country from our view.  As we now emerged from among these and walked down the sandy beach together, I cast my eyes about, and, truly, my heart glowed within me and my spirits rose at the beautiful prospect which I beheld on every side.
(The Coral Island – RM Ballantyne)

blackpool-2The pavement of ancient catchphrases, of ghost routines, of vanished comedy turns. The end of the pier and the end of the line.

blackpool-4blackpool-6No oysters, no weddings today.

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I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied.
(‘Sea Fever’ – John Masefield)

The wind blows hard but cannot lift the pigeon. The gulls, junk food gluttons, ignore it.

blackpool-9Waiting area: please take a seat and someone will be with you as soon as possible.

blackpool-13No day off for the donkeys.  Au hasard Balthazars!

blackpool-8Though the cult of Ma Kelly originated in Blackpool, her temples have spread to Fleetwood and Magaluf.

blackpool-10blackpool-11In Blackpool all secrets are revealed, all mysteries unveiled.

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When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up
Till it could come no more.
(‘At the Sea-Side’ – Robert Louis Stevenson)