Category: A Postcard to Blackpool
A Postcard To Blackpool : The Arrival
You could feel the anticipation and excitement in the fresh morning air, second only to a taxi ride to the Airport. The journey itself couldn’t be simpler, crossing the country from coast to coast, east to west. From the drab to the colourful, the familiar to the unknown, the quiet to the loud. As the…
A Postcard To Blackpool: Sowing the seeds
“Why do you love Blackpool so much?” It’s a question I get asked all the time by family, friends and colleagues alike, and not one I can easily answer, so I’m going to go right back to the beginning, to my very first visit when I was barely a teenager. As a child I traveled…
A Postcard to Blackpool
In the coming weeks, I’ll be putting together my ‘Postcard to Blackpool’, a love letter to the much-maligned, neglected and forgotten British seaside resort, which is still the largest in the UK and still holds a very special place in my heart. As opposed to the chronologically ordered chapters of Goa Trip, this will be an…
