Water and kids pretty much go together.
When I was ten it was the River Thames.
We would wander down to that busy end of the River, far from the tourist haunts and at low water explored the beached barges and play amongst the rubbish left by the departing tide.
Usually it was nothing more than bits of orange boxes, sections of old rope covered in weed and the occasional treasure.
And on a warm August day twenty years later I came across a group of lands pretty much doing the same.
The place was the Rochdale Canal long before it got its gentrified make over, but happily after it had been saved from dereliction.
Today we would probably raise great concerns at the potential dangers the lads were inviting, but back then it all seemed different.
Location; The Rochdale Canal
Pictures; the Rochdale Canal, 1978, from the collection of Andrew Simpson
We would wander down to that busy end of the River, far from the tourist haunts and at low water explored the beached barges and play amongst the rubbish left by the departing tide.
Usually it was nothing more than bits of orange boxes, sections of old rope covered in weed and the occasional treasure.
And on a warm August day twenty years later I came across a group of lands pretty much doing the same.
Today we would probably raise great concerns at the potential dangers the lads were inviting, but back then it all seemed different.
Location; The Rochdale Canal
Pictures; the Rochdale Canal, 1978, from the collection of Andrew Simpson
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