I always thought I was going to fall through the gaps in the wooden flooring on the piers, a childhood fear I guess, so it was the Pleasure Beach which was the big attraction for me. There was no such thing as ‘The Big One’ back then but the Revolution was brand new and it was all about the Grand National and The Mouse.
Being the first to spot Blackpool Tower as we approached the area was the car entertainment. As a child, the Tower was overwhelming and very exciting but I remember the lift was exposed and the driving wind and rain at the top was extreme. No sooner were we at the top, we wanted to get back down. The Tower moved with the wind and any views were completely obscured by low cloud base.
The sea, as I recall, looked dirty and brown. I remember lots of rubbish on the beach aswell as groups of donkeys but that seemed normal at the time as did the old Trams which looked very dilapidated. Everything seemed old and run down but in a lovable kind of way.
I’ve visited Blackpool on a number of occasions since my childhood but never have I appreciated the beauty that I witnessed in July 2015. A stunning Victorian seaside town that captivates the imagination, showcases its attractions with world class confidence and the elegance that remains with things that have been left alone to weather over many years and generations…..for me, and hopefully you’ll agree with these stunning photographs, it really is Beautiful Blackpool.