So after a few wet wintery meet-ups in the North of England, we carefully planed the next one for June, thinking this guaranteed us with glorious weather, and a much drier day of it. Turn out we got this very very wrong.
When Dave and I got to Blackpool for the scheduled meeting time (well quite a bit after due to a sat nav related cock-up!), the weather was dire and within 5 minutes of getting out the car my umbrella had blown inside out, almost knocked Dave’s tooth from his mouth, snapped in half and gone in the bin. I had got all stress-y saying we should have cancelled and Dave had to force me to go to meet up with the others. It was a grim start to the day to say the least. Once we had found everybody, it was time to come up with a plan, since my original one of frolicking on the beach and eating an ice-cream was well and truly out the window. A man saw all of our cameras and asked if we were here to see the free indoor street art event at the Winter Garden Centre? We were now! We gathered our belongings and made our way down there at once. There was no such event, or certainly not one that we could find. Luckily for us, the Winter Gardens are beautiful (though not actually a garden) so we took a few shots there before moving on.
Then the weather was not grey and not wet, so we decided to make the most of this and hang out outside. We took a few shots in the area outside the Winter Gardens, before making our way down towards the Tower and sea front.
Once we had the obligatory group photo, and despite losing a few of the group on route, we did make it down to the beach, hoorah! There, we walked along the sand, took lots of photos and stopped off underneath the pier.
Unfortunately then it did start to rain quite a bit. We took refuge on the pier and did what all good Brits do when there is no plan in place. We sat and had a pint. And then it looked as though it might actually rain forEVER and I was starting to stress out again, and I was still minus an umbrella. So we went to one of the amusement-arcades-come-cafes and ate fish and chips, and had a play on the arcades.
After this, it was dry enough for us to walk down to the Pleasure Beach, as per our original plans and on the way we decided it would be a nice idea to feed a seagull a donut in order to get some shots. This, like most things on our day trips, did not go to plan and we ended up re-creating a scene from Hitchcock’s The Birds, with about 30 massive seagulls following us down the front for ages. I am not going to lie, there were times where I feared I might wet myself, either through fear, or laughing so hard.
Despite my initial fears about the day, and the lack of planning, and the weather, and the fact that we lost a few people on the way, for me this was the most enjoyable meet-up I have been on. Cameras were pooped on, addictions were battled and donuts were consumed – we laughed a lot.
And you can’t moan too much about the weather, when you have a happy pair of glasses like these bad boys!