We landed in Blackpool after driving around its hideous road system for hours trying to find the right streets - past many, many grim looking places. It started to rain (again)
Just as our holiday spirit was beginning to be dampened, we found the Westfield, in a nice looking street containing a few hotels and some bucket and spade emporia.
"Looks decent," I said, and opened the gate. It got better. The owners, Joyce and Michael, met us at the door, offered to carry our bags, sort our car parking out and generally welcomed us like family.

The family room (The green room) was nicely decorated and immaculate. The beds were comfy and the ensuite quite modern. I had the best night's sleep I'd had in ages.

Upon finding out I was a vegetarian, Joyce said she'd go out and buy some veggie sausages for breakfast. (Breakfast was NICE.)
We even had a game of pool in the bar when we returned .....

The only thing I would warn against is eating... more