Rock Park

There’s a place on the Mersey estuary, very close to where I grew up, called Rock Park. In the olden days it must have been a very desirable place. Before they built the oil terminals, before the ship building and other industry spread all along the river, this part of the river must have been a beautiful waterfront. There are still very large and very grand private houses there, many of them listed buildings, but now surrounded by council houses, a bypass, and the very sad-looking river. It’s looking up though and I think the residents all round are starting to make it a better place again. I only had eyes for the colours and textures but a proper photo-journalist job would have shown the regeneration as well. #gallery-773-4 { margin: auto; } #gallery-773-4 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 25%; } #gallery-773-4 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-773-4 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */

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