Runcorn, The Two Bridges c.1955

Photo ref: R67032

I, too, remember playing in the sand at Ferry Hut, probably around 1948. I remember the "tide" coming in when a ship went past. I cut my toe on some hidden glass and there was blood everywhere. There really was a Ferry Hut, and I've seen pictures of it on the internet. It was before the Ship Canal was built. The ferry was immortalised in the monologue "Tuppence per Person per Trip".

Memory, Saturday Night Old Time dance upstairs in theI.C.I Club. My father played there on the drums. I was there with a girlfriend and her mother and father and grandmother, the old lady taught me a lot of the old time dances and the dance was led by the organizers, we could always follow them if not sure of the steps. I lived in Sandy Lane, near the top, 142. My father worked at ...see more

As a child brought up in Yorkshire, we spent holidays visiting family across the Pennines; mother's family in Liverpool and father's in Runcorn. Although he had done well, now a country doctor, father always seemed to think he was the poor relation, and the drive to Runcorn, back to his roots always felt a bit tense. The stress levels would rise when he saw a big ship; catching the transporter bridge just at the ...see more

Here is the sand we called Ferry Hut. I don't know of any hut ever being there so how it got its name is a mystery to me, maybe someone will tell me some day, but sand castles and paddling and big ocean going ships I do remember, they was enormous with a tug on the bow and a tug on the stern, a fantastic sight, and waves to jump over, the sailors would wave and shout "Jagaraho" whatever that meant. Wwonderful days but the ...see more