Resting beach face

Pierdom

Growing up in Lancashire, the seaside at Blackpool was a focal point for our transitioning pursuits of pleasure: as kids, it was where we came to watch the Illuminations come to life each year, then a place to throw up blue slushies on rollercoasters when we were slightly older. As seventeen-year-olds, getting a driving license meant taking an overstuffed car to the beach and cramming as many friends as possible into a £4-a-night hotel room, sneaking more of us past the reception desk as the night wore on, bottles clinking in our handbags.

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