We arrived in Blackpool as everything was closing, at this time of year it’s the time to arrive so that you can make the most of the loominayshuns. Filling that time usually involves walking along the front, eating crap or dribbling your money away on slot machines. This time I decided we should go up the tower, I’d never been GO couldn’t remember if he had, the tickets cost about as much as we’d spend on food and crap so it seemed worth it.
Theexperience begins with a 4D show then a fast ride up the elevator to the top. So far so good. I was happy as Larry until I stepped off the elevator, there was a walkway made of glass and that was when the trouble began.
I haven’t got a fear of heights, ok, I can feel butterflies in my stomach on ladders/up trees/on cliff edge but that is an adrenaline rush surely? I used to rock climb (not well, but I did it), have abseiled down cliffs and thrown myself of mountains with two planks of wood strapped to my feet but nothing prepared me for those windows floors!
I couldn’t do it, I was petrified complete strangers were guided me, supporting me, helping me. Some laughed, until they tried to cross the floor themselves, ha ha, fools.
After a lot of psyching myself up I eventually managed to walk across it. My favourite moment was when a rough, tough Scouser completely guy couldn’t walk it either. His exasperated girlfriend laughed; “I wouldn’t mind but he’s a roofer!”
So today I conquered a fear I didn’t know I had!
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