I found a little time on Saturday morning to run round Blackpool with a camera.
The construction work on the new Gateway site (why do I want to cringe when I hear that name?) is moving on and I wanted to get some photos before the site is totally transformed into new buildings.
The towers are the stair cases for a new building on the land just east of the old bus station, itself neatly wrapped in bubblewrap ready for the magic to be worked inside.
It was cold and windy so I decided that, having got these shots, I'd head for somewhere a bit warmer and took refuge in the Houndshill. Cold and windy always brings tears to my eyes these days and I find people giving me strangely sympathetic looks as I walk past with tears streaming down my face... Even if I beam at them I can tell they are thinking "Aw, he's putting a brave face on it but something must be wrong..."
I'm standing on what used to be Adelaide Street. These days we have Adelaide Street East - which is what we are looking towards - and Adelaide Street West, which I can look towards by the simple expedient of swivelling my hips (no, lady I am not Elvis...) around 180 degrees. My God, that hurts...
There's a whole host of forgotten streets where, until the Houndshill came along, you could stroll in the rain and drive your Ford Anglia or Morris Oxford. Now you can still walk some of them but they are tiled, not tarmacced, they have ceilings not sky and the shops on them stretch back so far they cover the next street along which has disappeared altogether.
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