I had a fantastic day yesterday, exploring the town and taking photos, but I couldn’t come to Blackpool without going up the Tower. I had been up it before (more than once in fact) but this was when I was much younger. I was very put off by the price of a ticket – £15 each for an adult! To be fair this includes a look around their aquarium, ballroom and even a circus (but we didn’t have the time to go to the next showing). I just wish they had had a cheaper ticket for just going up the tower and that’s it. Still it was another beautiful day and the views from the top were fantastic. I couldn’t make out the Beetham Tower but I did get great views over the whole town. I took a lot of photos, but thought I would share this one as I thought it was a little different from the usual “tourist” images you see captured from the top of the tower. I really love the way the shadow leads the eye into the photograph and towards the North Pier.
Central Pier reminds me a lot of the fun fairs that used to travel around the country visiting different towns. There is a lot of “Here mate, win your girlfriend this huge teddy so big you could hardly carry it, but its only 50 pence a go!”. I found that the colours of the different attractions on this pier are very interesting both from a photographic and a graphics point of view. The tide had gone out at this point and there were children riding donkeys up and down the beach. Evidently I am now too old (or too heavy) to be riding a donkey on the beach!
I decided I wanted to see the sea and I might as well as we were only about 30 miles away from the wonderful seaside resort of Skegness. I was expecting southern England’s answer to Blackpool but it was smaller than I expected. The pier at Skegness seems very small compared to what one would find at other seaside resorts around the coast of the UK but in actual fact it is a long pier, its just that the majority of it is now inland and covered by an in-door amusement arcade. The pier is 1843 foot (562 metres) long and was opened in 1881, at the time it was the fourth longest in England, although it no longer extends far seaward of the high tide line.
Coming all this way from home to the west coast of Ireland I was determined to actually see the coast line. I knew that it would be open crystal clear waters or tropical white sandy beaches but I was pleasantly surprised at the natural beauty at Clew Bay (and I’m not just talking about Claire). The views looking up at Croagh Patrick one way and then out towards the bay where quite magical. We stopped at Bartraw Beach – I wanted to go swimming but it was getting a little late and the water was very cold. Clew Bay is famous for its 365 islands and its unspoiled coastline.