What a difference a few days make to our weather. As we huddle today against wind and rain, last week saw us making the most of sunshine for a convenient holiday.
No, we didn’t fly from Blackpool’s threatened airport – from where local hoteliers traditionally fly out at this time to foreign breaks. Instead, we drove up the coast and holidayed in Fleetwood.
“Whatever are you going there for?” asked friends, more used to us spending summer days down in leafy Lytham.
But She Who Knows had been plotting this trip for some time.
With one small suitcase, we motored north after lunch then paused to admire Rossall Beach by thriving Cleveleys.
“I can’t believe how busy it all is!” she exclaimed.
Fleetwood was more peaceful, as we cruised along a litter-free, beautifully laid-out Esplanade.
It was a fine day with a clear view across Morecambe Bay to the mountains of the Lakes – spectacular!
Our Monday booking brought a bargain price for one night at the North Euston Hotel from where, like Queen Victoria before her, She Who Knows planned to continue north by ‘sail’.
We had a comfortable, sea-view room and enjoyed an excellent, three-course dinner watching sunset over the bay.
Fortified by a full breakfast, we took a morning ferry to sleepy Knott End and a four-mile ramble in countryside. We walked along the Wyre Estuary then inland past Hackensall Hall, built in 1656 by Richard Fleetwood.
A home-made meal at the ferry café eased us back on our return trip, to finish with ice-cream sat outside a promenade kiosk.
How lovely it all was; how friendly the locals, and what reasonable prices!
With all this diverse coast of attractions to share, plus a restored rail link to London, Blackpool must do all it can to save its airport.
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