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Blackpool’s towering achievements

I will never forget driving along Blackpool’s seafront in the early 1950s, waiting for the illuminations to blaze into life, as they had been doing since 1912.

My mother was driving me and my three sisters – one more and a brother to go – in a giant mobile home. I can so well remember the sense of excitement as we contemplated the promise of our surroundings which were about to be transformed in such a novel and exciting way. HURRAY!

The town had one of the oldest fairgrounds in the world, opened

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