Reminds me when as kids we use to go the Pier Head. By the Maritime there was a fence that stopped you getting by the Albert Dock. Hanging over the river was a semi circle metal thing with spikes on. We use to climb around it. One slip and it was a 20ft drop into the Mersey.
Playing out indeed.
..and the was never a thought of what if.
Some of the things you'd get up to..overlooking our raller there was a factory called Nixons which had closed down, it either made beef/chicken paste or supplied the jars/lids for those who did.
The place was well boarded up..but we found a way in
We'd clamber up this wall which was so dangerous in itself to about 15ft,across the loose topped wall..thro a shed load of barbed wire,up another 8-10 ft of walling & then it got stupid dangerous,there was a few that couldn't do it but a small army of us did..after the last climb there was a walk across an RSJ to get in..maybe 12ft span with fuck all either side of you & a drop of around 25ft to the floor below..and you were in!
Once you were in we'd stay there most of the day fucking about..manhunt etc
The best thing about being in there was when the factory shut down..they left behind about 5 billion tops off the paste jars, not like the small ones today..these were probably a bit smaller than todays jam jar lids.
From the flat roof 5 floors up we'd be tossing these lids in the direction down the raller to see who could get the furthest..stupid looking back but we were kids.
Then there was the ominous return journey getting out which always seemed worse..
Some of the things eh..