Good weather. Proper dead good weather. Like 'not only are the windows are open but I've taken me thermal vest off I've dug out a pair of flip flops and I'm sleeping in the nud' sort of weather. In the UK, this is, understandably, cause for great excitement. Cue much comparing of our temperatures to those in Spain, gratuitous tabloid photos of nineteen year old girls frolicking on Brighton beach and hosepipe bans being dished out left, right and centre.
It is time to DO STUFF. It is also time to do the stuff that you get to do on, at best, four occasions per year. As these occasions are pleasant fun filled affairs, you can guarantee that God will ensure they fall on work days or days when you have agreed to help someone move a wardrobe. The times they fall on days when you can actually make use of them are RARE. So we decided to make the sun count and rammed stuff we normally fit into a couple of years of good weather into one compulsory day of fun. And woe betide anyone not smiling for THE ENTIRETY of the proceedings.
Firstly we went to Blackpool. It must be ten years since I visited Blackpool in the day. Sure, we turn out for the same trumped up collection of dog-eared light bulbs scattered about the Golden Mile every sodding year, but it's a long time since I've been there in daylight when the wind/a tramp wasn't trying to steal my chips. Turns out there's a reason the main attraction operates at night. But if you can see passed the 'Girlz On Tour', the derelict shops and the vomit strewn gutters (you will need to look really hard), you will be rewarded with a day of family fun riding restored old time trams and walking the newly refurbished pier eating a 99 with a Flake in the sun. Maybe it was just heat stroke, but the place didn't seem quite so deviant and morally void in the light of the hopeful May sunshine. Even the brothels had opened there windows to let a bit of fresh air in.