The journey began with chatter,' Hannah Montana's double life.'

Fits of the giggles at breakfast among strangers,

our family for this brief time.

 

Simple pleasures on a sunny afternoon until

the seventh wave rolls in bringing children

closer to shore where dads stand, stranded in a moat

waiting to pluck them out from the sea.

While donkeys stroll by with their final passengers

and Spain is a million miles away, but

'this is the life for me.'

 

A burst of cloud and we run towards the thunder in arcades.

My money goes for a waist-coated bear, a memento

saying ''I Love Blackpool.'' Alas, it's not to be,

the claw lost its grasp, the teddy bear isn't for me

and the wheel on the central pier keeps turning.

 

Three generations share evenings of fun and a little tv.

An inspired child writes a poem and the ''Hang-man'' now

wears a skirt and i wonder if she'll be brighter than me. 

 

Homeward bound, the wheel on the central pier still turns,

wistfully, the teddy stays there but the money was spent

with no regrets. As we reach the end of 'The Golden Mile'

the silence breaks as Hannah Montana becomes

Myley Syrus singing ''I can't wait to see you again.''