We met someone in Lytham last year who told the story of an Australian family, who arrived in Blackpool expecting to see Las Vegas, but instead were horrified by tacky reality (hence their sharpish escape to Lytham!).
Those of us who’ve grown with Blackpool’s reality – since we went on a first holiday with Nan and Grandad, spent wet Sundays slouching round the pubs and streets after a night at Blackpool Mecca (followed by Wigan Casino), and tore up the dance floor at Hacketts and Sequins â€“ will have a measure of sympathy for unsuspecting arrivals from far away civilisations 🙂 – much of Blackpool ain’t pretty.
And yet…when the sun sets, quite often you’ll get a light show that has the measure of anything Ayre’s Rock can hit you with. This light show comes free of charge, without tacky adverts, and it does not need to be hung from rusty metal hoardings along the sea front.
The weekend crowds of Nuns, suspendered policewomen and Superheroes are oblivious to such natural splendour. And sadly the Aussies didn’t hang around long enough for it to win them over.