She Dances On The Water. Preston Docks during Blue Hour. Not bad, eh? This is the result of Saturday evening’s impulse decision to get me a nice shot of this famous area of Preston. Considering the torrential rain we’ve had all week, the weather today treated me kindly.
Opening in 1892, this was at the time the single largest dock in the country. By the 1960s the port held the record for handling the largest amount of container and ferry traffic. Traffic reached a peak in 1968, when 500 dockers were employed and 1,437,000 tons of unit load trade passed through the port (16% of the UK total).
With the Industrial Revolution long over, Preston like much of the North suffered in the wake of its profitability disappearing practically overnight. These days, the Docks serve as recreation waters of sorts for jet-skiers and the like though you should not swim in it: the water has a high content of toxic blue-green algae that the Council appear to be unable to cure.
I Like Big Buildings And I Cannot Lie
As well as finding gorgeous British landscapes and beauty spots, I am also a massive fan of architecture. Thankfully, in Britain, you are not short of incredible and awe-inspiring architecture to shoot. Britain is chock-full of amazing buildings, from ancient and crumbling (yet still preserved) monasteries to modern masterpieces. It’s one of the things I love about this country.
Though not really a building, I’ve always loved these train bridges that cross the River Ribble on the outskirts of Preston. The giant pillars sit firm and proud in the current of the Ribble; there’s something incredibly industrial about them, perhaps a by-product of Preston’s more industrial and prosperous days.
This was shot on a gorgeous early April weekend when I went a on a little photowalk around the outskirts of Preston with my friend Angela. She has awesome hair. I have an awesome Beard. We make a good team.