I felt cheated; how can such a shithole like this be sealed up?
The day had been most unlucrative. Everywhere we looked had been sealed, renovated, or had annoying Karen's hanging around the entrance points, placed and purposely poised to ruin things.
"That old Ironworks is shit, but it's an easy walk-in", @anidiotexplores was telling me.
I was quite up for some industrial vintage shots, though it could well be the remnants of empty vintage receptacles shot by the local junkies on the previous day.
The Sandon Motor and Engineering Co. Ltd hails from around 1919, but this still doesn't tell me the age of the building they used to inhabit.
This abandoned warehouse, was once the building of Merseyside Food Products and also housed a margarine works, a transport depot and an auto garage in the early 90s. The ironwork on the loading bays says “The Sandon Motor & Engineering Co LTD” and this company ran a large fleet of steam wagons for The Liverpool Warehousing Company.
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This area of Liverpool was strange, quiet, and empty. I felt a hit could be completed quite easily here, the body dumped inside a stack of tyres and nobody would notice.
Parking up on an extra-wide road, we figured this one was going to be easy access. @anidiotexplores had been previously with little in the way of problems.
Yet the old access points had been sealed which brought us to this makeshift ladder. It wasn't a big issue climbing up but I am very wary of these 'ladders' that have a habit of collapsing and trapping your feet.
…'yes, I speak from painful experience'…
Inside was a mess. A hill of shit and my comrade was already at the top. Was it going to be worth the bother?
Within seconds he was gone, likely labouring to see what was on the other side.
Close to the peak of this mound, I was given a glimpse of the real inside. It was fifteen feet drop through that hole without ever having a chance to escape.
What had we missed; shopping trolleys, discarded white goods, old stinky smelly clothes, rotting shoes, used rubbers, human shit, and maybe some bad graffiti as a bonus.
I felt suicidal and drooled over the goodies down below enticingly close and yet tantalisingly out of reach.
Brushing aside my desire for a quick death I struggled down the other side of the shit mountain spotting @anidiotexplores disappearing over yet another peak.
There was an exit and escape from all this, down a mountain of mouldy tires. Taking extreme care not to step in the middle of one, I laboured down toward a corrugated fence that needed to be pulled a little in order to escape.
It was apparent that we were indeed not going to see much more besides one of the most deprived areas of Liverpool today.
The rusty fence struggles to contain the masses of used lorry tires. Burning them would create a huge black smog that could be seen from Dublin.
Within a few more years vehicles will no longer be able to drive down Dunnett Street. The tyres will rule the neighbourhood, with the rats coming in a close second.
Walking down the length of the previously owned ‘Sandon Motor and Engineering Co. Ltd, I felt I had seen enough used tyres to last me for some time.
With a quick look through the old gates and at the wonders through the fencing, we reluctantly left Sandon Motor and Engineering Co. Ltd and moved on.
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