Tag: Blackpool

The morning after the night before in Blackpool. I went for a walk along the shore.

The colourful edges of the Pleasure Beach.

Eccentric B&Bs.

Quiet bandstands.

I had just watched Fire of Love, the magnificent documentary about vulcanologists Katia and Maurice Krafft. I liked the way The Big One looms over this part of town, waiting to erupt.

Last stop, what was once the World’s Largest Mirrorball, officially an artwork by Michael Trainor called They Shoot Horses, Don’t They.

I was going to say this is a break from islands and ferries, then remembered this trip to Blackpool started with a detour to Knott End-On-Sea, where the ferry crosses over to Fleetwood. The ferry wasn’t running that day but it’s a scenic spot, with lots of wading birds and a statue of L.S. Lowry who used to paint there.

On to Blackpool. Always an interesting mix of highs and lows. Found this up a side street.

Blackpool at sunset is a beautiful thing, especially in winter.

Hours of endless fun reading the Comedy Carpet.

And a good spot to sit and watch the starlings fly around the pier.