B&Bs and Hotels in Blackpool

Hostels and Hotels in Blackpool

Do you have a hostel or hotel in any of these locations then please contact us to list your hotel below, free of charge.

Banks, Blackpool, Croston, Elswick, Fleetwood, Freckleton, Galgate, Great Eccleston, Lytham St Annes, Poulton-Le-Fylde, Rufford, Scorton, Tarleton, Thornton-Cleveleys, Warton

For UK travelers going abroad, we recommend Tenerife, with feel of the UK yet all the sun of Tenerife. Read an extract below from More Ketchup than Salsa, the story of a English couple who left the UK to set up life in Tenerife. Info on how to buy the book can be found below.

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Below you will find short extracts from More ketchup than Salsa by Joe Cawley – not to be missed.

Short Extract

The curtains were open and I caught sight of a cavorting couple. They temporarily disentangled when they noticed an underpant-clad warrior beating his bedroom wall with over-sized footwear. I smiled and waved a flip-flop at them to demonstrate that I wasn’t really crazy. In the meantime, the mosquito had settled down at a cosy table for one on Joy’s left ankle. It seemed distracted as it read the menu so holding my breath, I slowly raised a hand. DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! Get back in bed and stop being an idiot.’ Meekly I obliged but I kept hold of one of my weapons just in case. As it was, my ungainly battle tactics weren’t needed again. My eyes jerked open as, from behind the curtain, a huge lizard sprinted over to where the gloating insect was now resting and disposed of it with one quick flick of its tongue. Great, we now had a carnivorous reptile to fend off instead. If we could just find a large cat to dispose of the lizard, then a mean dog to clear up the cat, a vicious bear to get rid of the dog… and so on.

Banks, Blackpool, Croston, Elswick, Fleetwood, Freckleton, Galgate, Great Eccleston, Lytham St Annes, Poulton-Le-Fylde, Rufford, Scorton, Tarleton, Thornton-Cleveleys, Warton

On a campsite in southern France, fuelled by too much alcohol and exposure to naked flesh, intimacy was inevitable. The holiday romance continued after we returned home and still did three years later inside a dingy pub in Bolton. How do you fancy moving to Tenerife?’ Joy peered over the rim of her glass. Her eyes searched mine. Uh… why?’ We’ve been offered the chance to run a bar, only it needs two couples to run it, so I said I was married.’

Mum!’ Joy couldn’t hold back the tears, which instantly released a tide of emotion in Faye. My mum, never one to miss out on a good cry, dabbed tears from her eyes. I wiped away some sweat that had begun to trickle down the bags under my eyes. To a passer-by it may have given the impression that I was also crying. What are you doing here?’ I said. David phoned to tell us Faith had left,’ said my mum. ‘I spoke to Faye and we decided to lend a hand.’ You’re a couple of stars,’ said Joy. ‘We’ll need the help tonight.’