January 2026. Cleveleys. Blackpool. Dashing from the Beer Shed, I made the Fisherman’s Walk tram stop with 20 seconds to spare. Or actually, 20 minutes, as the trams north seemed to head into Fleetwood and disappear. “Trams every 10 minutes” said the signs, the evidence of our own eyes that Friday rather different. As the… Continue reading BACKSTAGE IN CLEVELEYS