Blackpool to see the lights.

At the time when I was living in Sutton in Ashfield (it's in Nottinghamshire and 113 miles from Blackpool) , my daughter was living with my ex-wife near Manchester. As a treat, one weekend , My new wife and I (with our family) decided to pick her up from her house and go to Blackpool for the day to the zoo and to see the lights. Although not entirely a spontaneous decision, it didn't take a lot of planning so our day out wasn't widely broadcaast to the rest of the family. My wife has an auntie and uncle, Jean and John, who live in Newcastle, 150 miles from Blackpool. Unbeknown to us, they had booked a week in Blackpool which covered the day we were going. Having been to the zoo and returned to the car for our drive down the golden mile, dusk had fallen and all the lights had been switched on. The journey was predictably slow, as everyone else in Blackpool for the day seemed to have the same idea except for those people who decided to take a Blackpool tram, which seemed to whizz up the inside of our line of cars . As the trams were highly decorated, we, in the car , were enjoying the numerous electrically powered vehicles as they passed. As everone was in holiday mood, a lot of the tram occupants were waving at the car passengers and, as we had a car full of kids, we were all waving back. Imagine our surprise when we recognised 2 of the wavers and they recognised us. It was Aunty Jean and Uncle John. Their tram had pulled to a stop right next to our car. I wonder what the odds are of seeing them that night. For us all to have that weekend off as Jean, John and myself all work weekends as a rule, to both go to Blackpool that day, (had it been raining we would have put it off!), to drive down the Golden Mile at that time, for them to take a tram rather than their car, to be travelling in the same direction and for their vehicle to pull up next to ours, for them to be sitting in the seats on that side of the tram adjacent to the place where our car was when the tram stopped, for us both to be looking at each other and to recognise each other from passing vehicles. I just love coincidences.