The whole seaside daytripping culture of yesteryear actually fascinates me. Whilst most of us nowadays think nothing of a week abroad, there was a time when us Brits would jump in a coach and head to the nearest seaside resort. k4zw8gbfdr
It’s kind of sad in a way that we’ve stopped it – some of these towns are still struggling to get back on their feet economically, having survived for many years primarily as tourist destinations.
Anyway, this is just a quick post that was inspired simply by messing about on Google Earth (again). Any that I’ve missed out, please feel free to comment and I’ll stick them up.
If there’s one thing we do well in the UK, it’s faded glamour, and there is nowhere that this is more obvious than some of these spots – particularly Blackpool, in my experience.
Nevertheless, there is still a charm there, perhaps in all of them. If our temperatures continue to rise then perhaps they’ll get another heyday.
So, in no particular order (apart from the obvious number one), please find to follow what I think are probably the top ten old skool tourist resorts. Click on the pictures for the full size view.
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The picture you are showing as Whitley bay is actually cullercoats bay whicvh is a couple of miles south of whitley bay beach.
sorry mate, my bad.
Obviously loving your piece about seaside resort as I live in and love Blackpool. I can only concur with your conclusion regarding the strange timewarp/modernity dynamic that pervades these places. Everything is transient..fade in..fade out.
years ago I saw Portishead in the Tower Ballroom – one of best gigs ever..faded splendour and haunting vocals..more atmosphere than you could shake a stick at.
I was on the sick from good old Hunters of Brora when Roy Sutherland and I went to see Ride and The Charlatans do a double header at the Empress Ballroom in 91 or thereabouts. We stayed in a hotel for £12 for both of us, both bands were flipping brilliant, happy days indeed.