I was driving down the Prom this morning near Central Pier, and the landau in front of me pulled into the layby outside Tussauds for his horse to have a drink out of the stone trough.
There was a lovely smell of fried onions wafting through the window, and then a tram went past me and clanged its bell.
All evocative experiences.
There are so many in and around Blackpool. Despite the ignorant knockers it's a great place to live.
What can other posters add to the list?
There was a lovely smell of fried onions wafting through the window, and then a tram went past me and clanged its bell.
All evocative experiences.
There are so many in and around Blackpool. Despite the ignorant knockers it's a great place to live.
What can other posters add to the list?