Nature's Illuminations.

I have a love/hate relationship with Blackpool.  I hate it by day. I’m not fond of the rough buildings that make it a concrete jungle, the high-street and individual tacky bustling shops littered about at random, the sound of cheesy country music floating clashing with the harsh calls of fat vicious seagulls, the scent of frying onions, greasy chips and unwashed bodies and I try to get out quickly. However night seems to fit Blackpool like a snug but wild glove. Shadows creep and cover the cracks in the buildings, teasing lights dance along the pavements, the sound of laughter is in the air, and the scent of fatty food is replaced by beer. I love a night out in Blackpool, especially when the illuminations are on. Autumn for me is the season for illumination, and not just in the concrete jungle.
Nature itself illuminates in autumn. The woodland’s and sunset’s burn with fiery colours, the skies are clear at dusk for the moon and stars to shine through, the golden harvests are uh… harvested. It’s the time of year when the light gives way to the dark. On Samhain, the pagan festival of the dead (not as sinister as it sounds), we switch on every light in the house, light some candles and then switch them all off to symbolise this transition. I doubt that the Blackpool illuminations are in autumn to mirror this, and it is purely coincidence, but I’ll take it as part of the experience anyway J