This house. It’s called “Sea View”. It’s just I’ve looked out of every window, and you can’t. You can’t see the sea.Blackpool, 1976. The driest summer in 200 years. The beaches are packed. The hotels are heaving. In the sweltering backstreets, far from the choc ices and donkey rides, the Webb Sisters are returning to their mother’s run-down guest house, as she lies dying upstairs.
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