…CHEESY SEASIDE FUN!
I have just returned from a fabulously fun weekend in Blackpool, catching up with family and seeing a few of the sights.
Technically we were staying in Lytham St Anne’s which is just outside Blackpool, but we had to venture into the famous town whilst we were there.
I used to spend time with my Nan in Lytham when we visited the UK from Bahrain. It’s been a long time since I have visited that part of the world and the sights and sounds of the area brought memories flooding back to me.
It was a bit of a family outing, so whilst there we decided to do some of the touristy things – when in Rome and all that!
Going up the Blackpool Tower was number one on our list, as despite all of the visits we’d made, we had never actually been up it.
So, up we went!
After queueing for 45 minutes, through a system where they try to take your photo in ‘fun’ situations every 5 seconds and you immerse yourself in a 4D cinema experience, we finally reached the lifts. They are small… and they have windows!
I don’t like heights… I probably should’ve pointed that out earlier!
So, I close my eyes as we ascend to the top of the tower…yes, I am that much of a scaredy-cat!
As we tumble out of the lifts, we are immediately met with big floor to ceiling windows, accompanied by a glass floor with views of the streets below…add to that the gentle sway of the tower in the wind and I was ready to jump straight back in the lift again!!
I had a bit of a wobble as I clung to a wall, convinced that would save me from plunging to my death. My partner came over and slowly prised me away from said wall, and guided me over to the glass floor.
Everytime I looked down at it, I felt sick. There were so many people milling around, walking on this glass without any worries at all…how were they doing it??!
At one point a small boy came running out of the lift, launching himself at the floor, where he happily lay, face down, enjoying the view!!
I physically couldn’t move my body to stand on it, no matter how hard I tried.
Failing at that, my partner suggested we go and see what was on the next level up…yes up… higher…!
Still, as much as some of these things freak me out, I’m not one for missing out, so off we went. How bad could it be?
In fact it was ok, but I still clung to the centre of the tower as we moved around the space.
But wow, it was worth it for those views!! There is mesh over the upper levels, so photos don’t come out too well, but hopefully you can get a feel for what we saw.
There was another level above, so we moved up there – more amazing views.
We were so blessed with the weather throughout the whole weekend, which meant that we could see for miles from the top of the tower, from the lake district in east, to the Isle of Man out to sea in the west.
As we descended, I made my way to the glass floor again, determined that I would walk on it. But once again, when faced with it, my courage faded.
However, a very nice man who worked there took pity on me and after some encouragement, managed to coax me out…literally, a step at a time! I managed to stand on the glass for about two seconds but that was it!! Oh well.
It was good fun though and to be able to do it on such a gorgeous day was a bonus. It was definitely worth the wobbles!
Next up – the Blackpool Illuminations!