We left our home in Yorkshire and travelled ‘cross the hills
Leaving far behind us the dark satanic mills.
Winding through the bleak, cold moors, the road so quiet and bland,
Winters icy fingers keep a grip upon the land.
Soon we are in Blackpool which once glittered, bright and gay
How different now, it seems to me, on this dull and dismal day.
Hotels burnt and boarded, empty rooms decay
But the tower still stands tall, unique in every way.
You can still have fun though, after all, that’s why we’re here
Why not ride ‘The Big One’? There is nothing you need fear… is there?
But for some the sea is calling, alone with rod and line
While others stand and look, just enjoying family time.
Wycoller Country Park, Colne and Blackpool.
Lancashire, England. February 2015
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