Tags: crane, docks, ships, submarines
Barrow may not be the most beautiful, the most glamorous or the most forward-looking place on earth but it’s where I was born and where I chose to return in my fifties. Barrow is a child of the railway age, a Victorian Milton Keynes, once proud out of proportion to its size, now a quirky place full of faded imperial grandeur and some surprising secrets, which I hope to visit in this blog. But let’s begin at the beginning with what Barrow has always been about; building ships.
The hammerhead crane that remains is just one survivor of the forest of such beasts – some much bigger than this one, that once lined the dockside. See if you can spot a retired submarine and three corvettes which the Sultan of Brunei is trying to sell.