Sh**ts and giggles

Sooooo, Blackpool then. That was a great idea. This shot does not truly represent our experience. This photo captures a sunny looking seaside holiday. That is not what we got.

We arrived. It rained. We checked into our hell hole of a hotel. It rained some more. We walked, in the rain, to the town centre where we took cover in the world's most unwelcoming cafe I've ever had the misfortune of entering. We drank the world's worst tasting coffee to wash down the most greasy toasties I've ever touched only to be rudely ushered back out the door. It stopped raining. We took our chance. A walk along the sea front and onto open ground...big mistake...the heavens opened and we were soaked through once again. A bar - which had a bucket in the middle of the floor to catch the rain. We left. Another cafe. Which we left...

I won't go on, I'll just say that the trip was not quite what we expected. Blackpool is far worse than tacky. Its rough as a badger's arse, as some would say. However, in true British spirit we made the best of what we had. I've never hurt so much from giggling at our own misfortunes. The indoor treasure island crazy golf combo was quite special. As were the hundreds of hens and stags in their costumes and my soggy shoes.

All said, we had a real laugh and I'm so pleased that Kim was able to make it across to join in the fun too! (And thanks Kim for taking us back to the hotel). I feel we didn't quite get into the spirit of the place, but we had a good laugh about it nonetheless...we just had to survive a night in the hotel...