Wakes week at Blackpool staying at Mrs Fell's B&B. A thrilling trip to the Winter Gardens where I first heard this song and the chorus wore beautiful lemon, organdy dresses. Donkey rides and that unmistakeable smell of sea-weed and salt and vinegar. The Wednesday trip to Pablo's factory for a giant ice cream cornet doused in raspberry vinegar. The disappointment when Dad decided outside Madame Tussauds that we couldn't afford it after all. The awful peeling backs of the youths in the B&B. The maid who wore blue and white in the morning and brown and cream after lunch and who I was convinced was two different people. The sadness as we left all our new friends. We didn't know it was the end of all that. Back home and WW2 broke out.