Recently I spent Christmas in my home town of Blackpool. I went to Canada in 1966 but still call Blackpool my home. In the mid-1950s Blackpool was ‘the place’ to visit for vacations. There were two train stations – North and Central -and my family had a jewellery and fancy goods store beside Blackpool Central […]
I was about nine years old when we heard the distress flares boom and, for the first time, my father let us run to the cliff top to see the lifeboat being launched. We put on our big coats, grabbed our torches and ran out of the door. It was a dark winter’s night, and […]
As a schoolboy I spent my summer holidays at my grandmother’s in Devon with my family, and have loved the area ever since. It was a thrill to get on to the train at Bristol Temple Meads station for the journey, listening to the steam engine and the clickety-clack of the carriage wheels over rail […]
When I was a litde boy in the 1920s our family always went to Blackpool on holiday. Everyone did. Even a family which went to Morecambe was considered to be getting a bit above itself, and if they went to Bournemouth or Torquay, they were looked upon as the jet set are today. I loved […]
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