On the beach at Squires Gate, Blackpool with very low flying aircraft, right above you, can feel the crackle in the air when theyve flown over.
Overheard old man - ''This hot in May! its like the bloody Sahara! and thats where all the sand here gets shipped to, I tell ye, its not right!They all like it now but they'll all be bloody moaning soon.. its too hot!''
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