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Some of my favorite memories from when I was a child growing up in Blackpool was coming down on the beach in the summer with my grandmother, everyday in the summer she would pack a basket with sandwiches and a flask of tea and off we would go. She would hum a song as we walked and it’s something I must have liked a lot cause I do it too. We would always walk under the pier and she’d stop while I examined the mussels covering the iron legs and we’d breath in the pungent briny smell of the sea. There is still no place I would rather be than on the beach with a bag of chips, seagulls squawking and children giddily screaming and playing as the cold sea covers their feet.