The Palm Court Methodist Hotel.

I found this on Saturday, and thought that it was so quaint. The idea that a Cleveleys Hotel would declare itself to be methodist. I am a left footer(Catholic, lapsed branch) and have little understanding of the this faith. I seem to remember that strict Methodists, did not partake of the demon drink, and quite unlike Catholics, would have no need to go to confession, as they would not commit sin. How different from the Blackpool of today. Please don't mis-understand me, a large part of my early career was undergone in this fine Lancashire town. I also went to The Blackpool&Fylde College of Technology and Art. I visited the town from my early days, when my dad took me fishing there. We got the train from Preston to Blackpool North. Then the rattler(tram) to Rossall. My dad would set out a hand line with 200 hooks, with little corks lifting the bait of the bottom, out of the way of the ever hungry crabs. If we were lucky, we would be heading for home with Dabs, Codling and the lovely and sweet Whiting. You could see the look on the faces of the other tram passengers, some of the women wrinkling their noses at the smell from the fresh caught fish. I used to be so tired coming home, when we would have to walk home from the train station, and back to school on Monday. You know the tired you are, when you have been out in the fresh air all day, and your eyes are closing from the want of sleep. To sleep the sleep of the innocent, like a baby, on your back with palms upward. How very different from the Blackpool of today, with the stag and hen week-ends. In a way, I have always found the town to be totally honest, they want every last penny from you. Let's hope that in the current economic crisis, Blackpool might regain some of it's former success, and the seedier areas are improved.
Adios