Looks like it is doing. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-la ... e-29529327
WHAT!!! It can't do!
I grew up within walking distance of Blackpool Airport which in those days, was known as Squires Gate Airport. My dad worked in the aircraft factory to the east of the airport and the runway was used for testing. I can remember the whistle just before the engines were tested and in the early days of supersonic flight, jets took off to break the sound barrier from there. I can remember being in the school playground not too far from the beach and the whole school stood still to listen to the sonic boom.
I remember there was a milk drop to somewhere (I think it was Northern Ireland) and I used to hear the planes taking off. I'd go into my parents' room and say "Daddy, airplane. Oooooh! Mummy, airplane. Oooooh!" I'm sure they were grateful for that information at 4am!! I was less than three at the time as my mum died shortly after my third birthday
Then there were the gliders. I would watch them being towed up into the sky until the wheels would drop and they would skim as free as a bird on the thermals.
I watched the Queen Mum come to Blackpool Airport. I was at the entrance to the airport and when she was leaving I would have been one of the first people she would have seen.
I had my first ever flight from Blackpool Airport. Sunday afternoons were often spent in summer going there to watch the comings and goings. There were no commercial flights at that stage but in the summer there were joyrides. One Sunday, as a group were boarding the midget plane for a trip around Blackpool Tower, my dad asked me if I would like to go. Would I?!! Is the Pope a Catholic? So, paying £5 (a considerable sum in those days) I had a "Twice around the Tower and back in time for tea" spin. I loved it and it fostered in me my love of flying and travel.
Commercial travel came but by that time I had left Blackpool for university and ultimately to return home to Ireland.
If it hadn't been for Blackpool Airport, there would have been no love of flight; there would have been no adventures around the world. Virgin Atlantic would not have seen honey lamb on board and while V-Flyer would have existed, there would have been no honey lamb trip reports with their attendant disasters for your entertainment.
So, dear friends, let us have a minute's silence for the very sad demise of dear old Squires Gate Airport - or under its more modern soubriquet, Blackpool Airport. :# :#
I grew up within walking distance of Blackpool Airport which in those days, was known as Squires Gate Airport. My dad worked in the aircraft factory to the east of the airport and the runway was used for testing. I can remember the whistle just before the engines were tested and in the early days of supersonic flight, jets took off to break the sound barrier from there. I can remember being in the school playground not too far from the beach and the whole school stood still to listen to the sonic boom.
I remember there was a milk drop to somewhere (I think it was Northern Ireland) and I used to hear the planes taking off. I'd go into my parents' room and say "Daddy, airplane. Oooooh! Mummy, airplane. Oooooh!" I'm sure they were grateful for that information at 4am!! I was less than three at the time as my mum died shortly after my third birthday
Then there were the gliders. I would watch them being towed up into the sky until the wheels would drop and they would skim as free as a bird on the thermals.
I watched the Queen Mum come to Blackpool Airport. I was at the entrance to the airport and when she was leaving I would have been one of the first people she would have seen.
I had my first ever flight from Blackpool Airport. Sunday afternoons were often spent in summer going there to watch the comings and goings. There were no commercial flights at that stage but in the summer there were joyrides. One Sunday, as a group were boarding the midget plane for a trip around Blackpool Tower, my dad asked me if I would like to go. Would I?!! Is the Pope a Catholic? So, paying £5 (a considerable sum in those days) I had a "Twice around the Tower and back in time for tea" spin. I loved it and it fostered in me my love of flying and travel.
Commercial travel came but by that time I had left Blackpool for university and ultimately to return home to Ireland.
If it hadn't been for Blackpool Airport, there would have been no love of flight; there would have been no adventures around the world. Virgin Atlantic would not have seen honey lamb on board and while V-Flyer would have existed, there would have been no honey lamb trip reports with their attendant disasters for your entertainment.
So, dear friends, let us have a minute's silence for the very sad demise of dear old Squires Gate Airport - or under its more modern soubriquet, Blackpool Airport. :# :#
honey lamb wrote:
So, dear friends, let us have a minute's silence for the very sad demise of dear old Squires Gate Airport - or under its more modern soubriquet, Blackpool Airport. :# :#
Indeed. The Red Arrows would use it when doing air shows in the North West. It was also where I came closer to my maker when I chose to accompany my dad on the 'trial flying lesson' my brother bought him....
We can get better, because we're not dead yet
I never even knew there was a Blackpool Airport..and I lived in Lancashire for 18 years!
Maybe overshadowed by Manchester.
Maybe overshadowed by Manchester.
Maximus wrote:I never even knew there was a Blackpool Airport..and I lived in Lancashire for 18 years!
Maybe overshadowed by Manchester.
Right, that's you off my Christmas list!
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