Blackpool

After the Loch Ness I began my trek back to London.  Along the way I made a few stops. A couple of shawls  from Gretna Green were well appreciated gifts when I got home.  When I was young  Mom told me of summer holidays at Blackpool with her sister as kids.  And Stanley  Holloway had assured  me that it was “known for it’s fresh air & fun!”so I thought Mom would like some pictures from there and it wasn’t too far off the way. Well, let me just say that it didn’t appear to be my kind of place.  It seems to have gone a bit overboard on the amusement park theme.  Ronald McDonald as a street ornament as would be Santa at a different season.  The wee lad waiting on his ice cream cone standing under the inflatable sex doll seemed to have summed things up.

Then the topper.  I was heading out of town on a one-way road about 3-4 lanes wide on the left side when, with a smash, my passenger-side mirror was left dangling by the wires.  In my rearview I only saw a sign, but that appeared too far off the road to be the culprit.  Suddenly a car horn sounded to my rear and I could see someone weaving through the traffic.  Someone whose driver-side mirror mirrored mine.  I indicated I couldn’t pull over and he signaled for me to follow as he drove onto the sidewalk.  As we exchanged info he informed me he had been parked on the sidewalk near the road when I clipped him.  Parking on a sidewalk.  I didn’t think of looking for cars there.  Finding out I was just a stupid Yank from a town called Wareham (“we have one of those he told me” I didn’t say “Duh”, just thought it) he laughed it off.  Anyway no harm (his was a company car), no foul I suppose.