I'm enjoying all these photos too; it's kind of you to take the trouble to post them, whether or not they're captioned or already in books somewhere. I grew up in Wallasey (born in '52). Spent a lot of time at New Brighton baths in my ghastly little ruched swimsuit, dabbling round the shallow fringes and climbing up the fountains! I can still remember the clanking sound of the turnstile gate and the brightness of the water beyond, and all the pale green and cream walls. My cousin, when he was older, could dive off the top board. <meep> Funny thing is, I have no memories of the pier. I don't understand why. I remember Victoria Road and the fairground - the waltzer made me feel sick, but there was a ride there called the Miami Twist that I found easier to tolerate. There was a comment about a road having lost a lot of trees; I grew up on Broadway Avenue which used to be lined with elms, but Dutch Elm Disease put paid to all that, and it was bare of trees for quite a long time. That might have been what happened.
