An annual pilgrimage to the industrial north for the Blackpool Illuminations. The slow bumper-to-bumper drive down the Golden Mile, the stretch of promenade between the piers that fizzed with multicoloured neon. Lights ricocheted. Not even the much bigger, brassier Las Vegas, which I visited many years later, topped Blackpool’s happy, cheeky charm. I always suffered pangs of jealousy when seeing kids in fancy cars, standing up through a sun roof, taking in the whole luminous vista without having to neck-crane or dive from one side of the car to the other as I did in my parents’ car in the ’70s, to catch the view.
Steven Day, co-founder, Pure Planet
Padstow, Cornwall. While the well-heeled went to the town of Rock, we would pack the car and head to the other side of the estuary, to beaches named Booby’s Bay and coves called Wine, Pepper and Warren. There were windy picnics that blew sand instead of salt onto hardboiled eggs. We caught crabs using limpets. When we weren’t feasting on our own freshly caught fruits of the sea, it was pasties in Padstow or battered cod with chips doused in vinegar and wrapped in paper. Days always ended with boardgames, charades and cards. It’s a special place.
Rachel Duffell, writer and editor
No summer was complete without taking the Dymchurch to Hythe miniature railway in Kent, stopping off at the spooky funfair where the main attractions used to be a topsy-turvy house straight out of a horror film and a helter skelter slide that was worth the carpet burn and wooden splinters; then off for fish and chips, while being dive-bombed by seagulls.
Hannah Liddle, PR manager, David Collins Studio
我們每年都會為了黑池彩燈節而前往黑池這個北方工業城市。車輛沿著擠塞的Golden Mile大道緩緩前進，條這連接南、北兩個碼頭的海濱長廊綴滿色彩繽紛的霓虹，燈 閃耀奪目。多年後我前往拉斯維加斯，那個地方更、大 燈飾更金碧輝煌，也無法與黑池愉快而親切的氣氛相。比 1970年代的彩燈節當見，每 我看 名貴房車裡的孩子，總會又羨慕又嫉，妒 因為他們可以打開汽車天的 窗，站著飽覽燈光璀璨的風景，毋