With the lovely sun finally coming out we decided on an impromptu trip to Knowsley Safari park today. Armed with a nice mini picnic, it quickly dawned on us that the baby is still going through his screamy phase and can only be strapped into his car seat for a limited amount of time before he starts having a meltdown. Scaring the animals with high pitched screeching, whilst driving through where they live is probably not ideal for any car or wild beast so, at the last minute, we decided to detour to Blackpool.
Blackpool is somewhere our parents used to drag us for years and years growing up. We would excitedly go whilst we were young and run around the pleasure beach sitting on absolutely everything and posing with the various statues that look about a 100 years old. We would go a bit more reluctantly when we hit our teens and, like with most teenagers, there came a point where it was just not cool to go to Blackpool (or anywhere!) with your parents anymore.
Now that I have my own little kiddies, I love nothing more than dragging them to that same cheesiness every so often. The baby really doesn’t care either way but Little Z gets very excited about 2p machines, candy floss and walking on the golden mile. Everything always looks like it’s stuck in time and takes me straight back to my childhood. Back then we would pile into cars without obligatory car seats and pack huge picnics to enjoy. I always get the feeling Blackpool tried hard to shake off its kitschy image and then decided to just embrace it all.
I haven’t been to the pleasure beach in more than 15 years and it feels like it’s not changed one bit bar a few new rides. It has the same rides it’s had for more than 30 years and they’re still going strong. The same Noah’s ark, the same ghost train, the same Valhalla I’ve still never sat on! Taking round Little Z made me feel very nostalgic about it all especially when I found the bench that I first took a photo on when I was about 8 years old. I have the photo somewhere and need to dig it out! Obviously back then I had no inkling I’d be taking another snap on it about 28 years on with my 5 year old. He refused to sit down on it as it was soaking wet!