Oh my, what a day. Where to start? It was magical, truly magical.
Roy’s plans went out the window (or rather up in the air) and the day just… unfolded itself. We went to the arcade, the beach, ate candyfloss, had our fortunes told. Then we danced in the Tower Ballroom. Writing it down, I still can’t believe it. But we did. We had our own organ, playing our own tune, and we danced, to no one else but ourselves.
I believe there’s someone up there or something out there. But even if there’s just us, as Roy says, being recycled back into the Universe - molecules from stars becoming stars again - I don’t mind. I hope I’m recycled back here in Blackpool. A grain of sand on the beach. Feeling someone’s toes paddling on me. Hope and Ruby, make sure you go paddling, and take Roy with you. He’s promised.