I remember my dad telling me he carved his name in the sandstone on the right, close to the bridge. They put netting over the rocks now to help spread the plant life so I doubt if his name will ever be seen. I used to be the "can lad" when they had the huts by Sherlock Lane bridge. Cooking the dinners etc and running to the shops. I used to make a few bob doing that. We were all covered in mud, I used to get the job of scrapping the mud of the workers boot as they would weigh a ton with so much mud on them. Ahh, the good old days. Riding in Jcb`s and walking on the tracks of those big cranes.
Last edited by ZipperClub; 23rd Aug 2014 7:11pm.