Blackpool sands 1977.

Sitting on a plaid rug,

we all ate sand splashed triangles

filled with pink, shrimp paste.

 

Blackpool.Heaven. The jingly

carousels with the golden horses.

Melt in your mouth candy floss

Like a stick of giant cotton wool.

 

Depressed, dejected donkeys,

Walking up and down the beach

Like crest fallen soldiers.

Following their orders

from the simple donkey man.

 

I shivered beneath the

chip soaked, salt and vinegar air,

and warned him not once but twice.

‘Don’t take your eyes off her for a second.’

 

Blackpool with its bubbly sea,

I had to dip my toes in, the

sand melted beneath my feet.

I felt brave and moved further in.

 

‘Dont take your eyes off her for a second.'

But I did, distracted by bikini's,

the beauties on the beach.

Blackpool sands 1977.

The day Maisie was spirited away