Old Lorries

Judging by the interesting comments which flow from pics of trucks on the 'Album' section of this site, I thought this might be of interest to some.

My Dad worked for Alf Goulding and Saunders,I'd love to see a photo of
either of those lorries.

momac

Some of the contributors in the 'comments' area of photographs in Albums section really know their stuff concerning local road transport/haulage contractors.

In many cases though, it appears that they don't participate in the discussion threads. I do not know if or not they are WW members.

With your permission, I will relay your request next time an interesting discourse stems from a truck photograph.

Sad that this site is so divided. I recently got a useful answer to my mining question when a kind member relayed my request to comments following pictures on album.

Thank you Priscus,that would be great if anything comes of it..I used to go
with my Dad on many a long trip,well before their was any motorways,so any shot would bring back memories.

Used to do the same thing myself.

Can still remember the arguments with my primary school teacher.

Me: "But, please miss, We DO carry coals to Newcastle"!

The ones I remember, in particular:

Dundee. Don't recall what we took, but bales of hessian (jute) we brought back from Newport (Tay) jute mills.

Cardiff. Heinz canned stuff out. Steel to Wigan Rolling Mill back.

Barnsley Sulphate of Ammonia from t coking plants to local Fertiliser manufacturer. (Was it Peak: that name seems to ring a bell?)

Fish meal from Hull also for fertiliser.

London Don't know the cargo, cause shunter took the wagon, dad had his sleep, and I went off to explore London, alone for the day.

I think I learned more from those trips than I ever did in school.

One day,after I'd been out with my Dad,I got to School and the teacher said
"and where were you yesterday Maureen McGovern"..I wasn't so well miss,
her reply was.."what,with rosy cheeks like those"...we would feed the sheep
on the moors on the way to Yorkshire,other days Liverpool docks where my
Dad would lock me in the cab saying" Don't open this door for anybody
chic" which was very good advice one particular day.As you say life was
more exciting going with my Dad than going to School...I loved the freedom
it was brilliant.

Sitting on the engine, to warm up on the long climb up to Shap summit.

Some things you never forget.

I knew a girl once , she had nipples the size of Atkinson wheel nuts.

They were always pronounced “ lurries”

Local trips could be just as exciting as the long distance to a young un.

A particular favourite of mine was Runcorn, which involved a trip on this:

Better photo:



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