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Tuesday, September 20, 2011

After a week of fun, frolics and freezing temperatures, we've finally left Blackpool behind us...

Walking Back to Happiness
We drove home yesterday. And it feels a lot warmer in Brighton. Although that might just be the warm, reassuring glow of discovering that we haven't killed Stefan & Andrew with a plate of dodgy pasta. Yes, just ten days after force-feeding them pesto, I tuned into BBC Sussex this morning to find that Andrew's still alive...


I don't know what 'coming oot' is, and I think he still had a pine nut stuck in his throat at the beginning, but other than that, he sounds fit and well.

So to catch up on the weekend...

Saturday was the day it really rained. Yes, I know it looked wet at the zoo, but that was like a gentle shower compared with the deluge that followed. Saturday's pilgrimage from our caravan to the holiday park's free wi-fi hotspot where I published my blog every day, felt like a tribute to Kevin Costner in Waterworld. I didn't think I'd make it back without gills.

We'd planned to visit the Blackpool Model Village that afternoon, but most of the exhibits are less than three-feet tall, which frankly was below the waterline, so rather than look at a lake all day, we decided to head indoors to Arnie Aardvark's Children's Playbarn, a self-contained attraction next to Blackpool Zoo. Sadly, due to the ever present threat of paedophiles, cameras are not permitted in the playbarn, so I only have my photographic memory to rely on, and to be honest, that's never really developed. But I do remember Amelie having a good time for a couple of hours, until she was assaulted by a boy with a taste for random violence, and was carried out of the building in tears.

By Sunday though, she was well rested...

Snake in the Grass
So for our final day in Blackpool, we headed for the South Shore, and the delights of the South Pier. They had the kind of facilities we knew would come in handy...

Lost Child Centre
And as if to prove that point, here's a photo of us all together...

Family Portrait
In the ten seconds it took for the self-timer to go off, Amelie had sprinted off into the distance, Lisa had turned to give chase, and I was left to put a brave face on it all for the camera. At least one of us is a professional.

We spent not only the afternoon, but also the rest of our money, on the South Pier, watching Amelie ride, eat, bowl, and generally have fun. One of the problems with the free wi-fi access provided by the Haven Holiday Park is that certain sites are blocked, to prevent people from hogging all the bandwidth, so I was unable to upload any videos to YouTube for the duration of our stay. But now we're home, I have free rein once again to inflict pointless family films on the world. So here's a little montage of Amelie's week in Blackpool...


She might not know what a gun is, but as you'll see after about four minutes, she's come a long way since our holiday in May 2010. She can tamper with the rides quite effectively now.

5 comments:

Phil's Mum said...

Amelie did seem to spend a lot of her time in Blackpool finding places to lie down and sleep.  Was she out partying all night?

Dave said...

I found Norfolk warmer than my holiday spot when i got home too.  Mind you being 750 miles further south I'd rather expected it to be.

Peter Chapman said...

I could bowl better with my eyes closed :-P

Phil said...

No, just waiting up late for us to get home.

Phil said...

That sounds like a challenge...

We'll meet you at the marina. Loser buys lunch.  8-)