Dock Tales

You might come to this blog for many reasons. The trains. The photos. My witty repartee. If you come here to admire the scenic beauty of England, then I'm afraid this post is not for you. Outside Birkenhead North station is a vast hinterland of abandoned docks and industrial units. This is the back streets, the abandoned parts, the leftovers of Britain. And here I was walking through it.For once, I was in familiar territory. This bit of the Wirral is familiar to me because it's the location of the Bidston Recycling Centre, the peninsula's number one spot for getting rid of rubbish, and as the owner of an awful lot of rubbish, I've been here a fair few times. Many's the afternoon I've trudged back and forth with arms full of wood or broken tiles or, on one particularly sad day, boxes of VHS video tapes that nobody else wanted. It lends a certain piquant aroma to the surrounding area, particularly on a hot day in June, and there's no real way to disguise it. Still, it could be worse;…