Photo-a-Day (Saturday, 1st August, 2020)
Under the M6
Dead Man's Gulch is just beyond, by the farm, at least that what our teenage minds came up with in the early 60's.
So there is a lightat the end of the tunnel!
O to be eleven again whooping through that tunnel with my mates on my yellow Raleigh Chopper bike . Charging toward the light with pennants fluttering from the eight foot ariel , waving wildly like a whip on the back of that long seat . The gleaming mirrors on the ape hanger handlebars flashing along the dim walls . And the immortal sounds . The crack crack crack of the jubbly packet wedged in the back wheel's spokes echoing to the tunnel's end , the boyish shrieks and the long final triumphant screeching skid amid a cloud of dust . Simple pleasures .
During its construction in 1961-63, this was Bridge No.5144 Sandyforth.
Further north (just before the M58 junction) there is another underpass (Bridge 5146 Atherton Farm /Hall Lane). Both underpasses are of similar construction and design. ( I will post in Album- Work M6- the photo of Hall lane underpass)
The Pemers used to call it the tunnell of love,
I wouldn't exactly call it The Tunnel of Love but I suppose if you're "Young and in Love" as The Marvelettes used to sing in our youth, it would have been!
I went through the tunnel of love once, ... came out the other end at 'love fifteen' down, deprived of my Sixties-serenade. But Lo! ... .
Irene I bet youv been up a few tunnel of love back street entry's for a bit of slap and tickle in your time.
You cheeky beggar, young Mick! I have been with my husband since I was 15 and that was 52 years ago! We used to stand in phone boxes to keep warm in the days when it was sixpence to make a 'phone -call and there was a telephone directory in situ. And we had to vacate it when there was someone waiting to make a call. I imagine they're hardly used these days, by courting couples or anyone else.
Irene that made me laugh, you forget how it was. Young love and not two ha'pennies to rub together.
I remember them days Irene, the phone book was handy if you had copped off with a shorty.