While walking along the seafront I stopped and bought Santa a stick of rock. He does like his sweets, so I thought I would put it in his stocking on Christmas Eve! I wonder how they get the word Blackpool running through it...
I also met a nice donkey on the beach, but I think he was only friendly because he wanted to get close enough to eat my nose. It's a bit upsetting really.
On my way to Carlisle in Cumbria now. I have to keep my map right in front of my carrot to remind myself where I'm going. I have it all marked out to make sure that I get to my end destination and well-deserved holiday.
Best be off - I will report back here tomorrow.
Blackpool Illuminations by Henry Brett |
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