Monday, September 11, 2006
It's the time when every bright sunny weekend could be the last one of the year. This leaves me with a dilemma - should I spend the precious warm dry days working on the plot, or enjoying the sunshine with the family?
I tried to compromise - I got down to the allotment early and picked 4 carrier bags full of veg (including 2 1/2 kg of runner beans), then in the afternoon we all went to Blackpool.
Blackpool is the biggest, brashest, most famous sea-side resort in Britain. It's the spiritual home of saucy postcards, fish and chips, candy rock, kiss-me-quick hats, trams, deckchairs, men with hankies on their head, donkey rides, Blackpool Tower, and of course the world-famous Blackpool Illuminations. You're not really British if you've never come home from Blackpool with a killer sugar rush and sand in your knickers.