Erik, who watched my short film about the marginal space of the Leeds and Liverpool Canal, wrote to me about the memories it brought back of his experience of a different canal (the Bridgewater Canal in Manchester). I both enjoyed hearing these stories and enjoyed the idea of my film triggering what were fond memories from a different time. So fond that he watched the film twice!
Erik’s comments are noted below. It would be excellent to hear from anyone else about the memories, fond or otherwise, that watching the film brings back.
The house I grew up in was next to a semi-industrial part of the Bridgewater canal and I spent my childhood on it. I learnt to fish on it, my friend’s brother drowned in it, and when I was about nine I walked along it all day with the Spike brothers, until it started to go dark. We emerged somewhere between Trafford Park and Manchester city centre. We had no idea where we were and no money. But we did know the 263 bus went near our houses, so we stopped people to ask them where to catch it and then sold our football cards to some kids we met, to raise the bus fare home. The Spike brothers were not allowed to play with me again.Erik
A selection of still images from the film can be seen here.