I went away for a few days last weekend – a sudden decision when I saw the weather was going to be kind…… I went back to my childhood seaside town of Blackpool. A destination totally alien to many but to those of us who went as children it still retains it’s magic. These days I spend my time walking on deserted beaches – magic.
I’m typing this on my journey home to while away the hours on a stop start stop start journey. A train chocca block with people all having had a varied experience of this once popular destination.
The journey there was a much noisier affair as excited children tried to be the first to spot the Tower on the way in (a past time I still love to this day) and groups of hen parties relished the days and nights ahead of them. The journey back was filled with hangovers and regrets and ‘never agains’ but children were still full of the stories of the giant jelly fish they’d found on the beach and the massive ride at the fair which had made them. A grandad of one family sat next to me for their short ride. To Preston full of resign meant for the journey ahead as they were going north of Newcastle and their trains had been cancelled so we’re having to catch 2 coaches from Preston BUT it had been worth it to see the ‘bairn’ have a nice time on the beach with the donkeys…..
The number of times I heard people say, as I watched the world go by…”I remember when….’. Blackpool is a place full of nostalgia of an era when factory shutdowns used to fill the resort. Although Blackpool is finally waking up to it’s heritage, in the shape of the old fashioned tram rides at weekends
and it’s revamp of the prom
it could do so much more to tap into the nostalgic need to look back. A mammoth task, but from hearing people talk from all walks of life up and down the prom, there is certainly a market out there………
As we travelled further across the Pennines, the train became quieter as children and adults fell asleep to dream of who knows what………….If only trains could talk they would tell such varied tales of joy, sadness, trauma and hilarity as lives cross for fleeting moments of time……