For the first of our trips to the seaside we decided to visit Morecambe. Conveniently located just 30 minutes and £7 on the train from Preston (where I was staying) it seemed like just the place to start. The weather was not the best upon arrival, actually it was pretty gloomy and cold; but what can you expect from an Autumn day in North West England?
A bucket and spade, the crunch in your sandwiches from the sand, having to lick your ice cream so it doesn’t drip all down your hand and narrowly missing out on that soft toy that you’ve paid over the odds for at the arcades. There is something quite unique about a trip to the seaside.
Or at least there was in the 60s and 70s when people flocked to the seaside like migratory birds for their annual holidays. Since then British seasides have become derelict, rundown and abandoned as holiday destinations. As people started going on cheap all-inclusive package holidays to Spain and other European destinations where the sun was guaranteed for less than the cost of a visit the seaside.
In recent years however seaside towns around the coastline have started a renaissance to silence the critics and attract people to their shores once more.
Seaside Pride 