The weekend that refused to get over..

You know what they say about good things not lasting and unpleasant things lasting forever.. Well, we had a taste of that, last weekend.

It was the last long weekend till August, and we did not want it to get wasted by lazing around at home. Prompted by the lovely weather that we had the weekend before this, husband got down to business and booked us a three-day holiday in Blackpool. Husband also persuaded another friend of ours to join us.

Now, all I knew about Blackpool was that it was something similar to Vegas. All the websites we checked talked about family fun and we fell for it – hook, line and sinker.

Things started going wrong from around mid-week. BBC weather, which has initially forecast, a nice and sunny weekend, slowly changed its mind and decided that we would have a ‘white cloud’. Now white clouds are comparatively benign. It is the rain that we worry about. And before we knew it, the forecast changed again. It was ‘light rain’ on Saturday, sunny intervals on Sunday(with a wind speed of 24 mph) and sunny(Yay!) on Monday. Now that isn’t too bad. Given the fact that whole weekends could be awash with rains – this seemed quite reasonable.

So we got all our beach stuff ready, got all our wind-cheaters and also threw in some warm coats – you never know, you see and set off on Saturday morning, afternoon. It took us that long to get everything done. Here, it was pouring. We could barely see the cars ahead, in the heavy rain. BBC weather still told us that our destination had ‘light rain’. Never had we looked forward to ‘light rain’ before.

Turns out that ‘light rain’ was not very pleasant either. It just rained and rained and rained. We check into our hotels and decided to find some place to grab a bite, hoping that the rain stops in that time. Well, no such luck, so we decided to brave it out,  kitted out in protective gear. I can’t tell you how annoying it is to be wearing rain coats and stuff when you had been hoping to lather on sun screen lotion instead.

This is not the first time that we had been in such a situation. We are, by now, quite used to contrary weather, so we aer in most situation, well prepared and we try to make most of the it.  We decided that a little rain was not going to spoin our holiday, and decided to walk around and soak in the atmosphere. It became very apparent that there was not much of an atmosphere to soak in.  Everything looked like it had not had a lick of paint since ages. There was a pier which did not look all that exciting. Just a few rides, which made us wonder why we bothered driving all the way here.

We girls would have loved to shop a bit and have some fun, but the guys were just not willing to step into a shopping centre, anything but shopping. So finally, we entered a sad-looking casino, which were the only other things there and for the lack of anything else to do, gambled away a few pounds. I ended up gambling here, when I was able to resist even in Vegas. But then, in Vegas, there was so much to see.. here there was nothing else to do. We took the kids on a few rides and then decided that we have to have dinner at a decent place, that was the only way to bring some cheer to a dismal day.

The next day, began no better. On most holidays, husband and I wake up, raring to go, but this time, we just could not summon any excitement. We had decided to go to an indoor place called ‘The Tower’. The only reason we considered it was because it was indoors. With a wind speed of 24 mph, there was no possibility of being outdoors. The Tower, looked like a cheaply made imitation of the Eiffel Tower, in desperate need of some spruce up.  It boasted of an aquarium, a ballroom and a circus. To cut a long story short, the circus made up for the lack of everything else. It was great! It had been ages since we had been to a circus and this was just wonderful. Finally something to make up for the bad weather and lousy location.

We had high expectations of the last day. It was supposed to be 22 deg – which is almost heaven for us. The forecast the night before showed no change at all, so we went to bed anticipating a good time. Poohi wanted to go to the beach and we had not been able to go anywhere near it so far.

The last day at Blackpool, dawned nice and sunny. Poohi could not contain her excitement. Not a hint of a breeze and a glorious sunny day. It looked like all our prayers were answered. We got ready, ran down from breakfast and got dressed in summer clothes. All those shorts and t-shirts were finally being put to use. We ran down, check out (this was our last day there) and opened the door to step outside, only to be hit by a cold, cold breeze. Not to be put out, we decided that it must be temporary and got all our things in the car, and drove down to the beach. Our friend, by then, had decided that they had enough and returned back home. We, being more optimistic, decided to head to the beach and hope that the chill goes away. On route, we saw several people wearing fleece jackets over shorts – that should have told us, but we were blind to all signs at that point.

By the time we reached the beach, we knew, that the only way to survive was to cover up, wear our jackets and then try going to the beach. So finally, instead of lathering sun screen, we donned our jackets, pulled on our jeans, and decided to brave the weather and make a few sandcastles to satisfy Poohi.

All we all wanted by the end of the day was to get back home as soon as possible. It was beyond doubt the only holiday, that I would happily classify as a disaster. But then, what’s life without these little disasters 🙂 At the very least, we made some sandcastles 🙂 Never before were we happier to get back home. And on the way back, our GPS decided that we needed a break, and took us via a scenic route. I have to say, we clicked more pics on our journey than we did during our actual vacation 🙂