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Photo-a-Day  (Saturday, 8th January, 2022)

Blackpool Donkeys

Blackpool Donkeys
On a winter holiday in Kitt Green.

Photo: Mick Byrne  (Panasonic DMC-TZ100)
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Comment by: DTease on 8th January 2022 at 06:56

“Yer tramp up un dean that beach awe summer wi big fat kids on yer back un this is awe yer get fer a holiday?”
“I’m wet through, mi feets frozzen un these three keep following mi round awe day. No wonder thi caw it donkey work!”

Comment by: PeterP on 8th January 2022 at 09:23

They look happy enough chasing each other round the field.

Comment by: Anne on 8th January 2022 at 11:54

Blackpool donkeys were once wintered in the field behind my garden until the land was turned over to crops. At that time they were docile enough for children to ride bareback……except for one which bucked furiously.

Comment by: Mick on 8th January 2022 at 12:04

I was told that the donkeys had been trained to walk 100 yards one way then turn around and do another 100 yards just kike they do in the summer months on Blackpool beach and that what they do in Kit Green

Comment by: Linma on 8th January 2022 at 14:14

6d for us, £2 today.

Comment by: peebee on 8th January 2022 at 14:39

You se them being led to the beach down the main road, if they only walked 100 yards in one direction then turned round they would never get to the beach. :-)

Comment by: Mick on 8th January 2022 at 17:51

Anne it’s a good job there’s no such word as Buriously

Comment by: Poet on 8th January 2022 at 17:54

I wonder if there are any lions following behind them.

Comment by: Thomas(Tom)Walsh. on 8th January 2022 at 19:10

G.K. Chesterton

When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born;

With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.

The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.

Comment by: Thomas(Tom)Walsh. on 8th January 2022 at 19:19

On normal days, their saddles are loosened when they take their “lunch breaks”. Their working week is now a maximum of 48 hours, and the donkeys also have a day off on Friday to honour the time when holidaymakers historically left or arrived in the town.

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