This is the first of two walks that I took along a stretch of the Mersey Way, accompanied by our dog and starting at the end of Dungeon Lane, a road that runs, alongside the perimeter fence of John Lennon Airport, from Speke estate down to the river.

There’s a rough surface car park about half a mile down Dungeon Lane, much frequented by plane spotters who take up positions along the lane with folding chairs, flasks and binoculars, waiting for the planes coming in to land on the last minute or so of their descent to the runway.  I parked the car and set off down to the Dungeon.

Once the road ran all the way down to the foreshore here.  Now Dungeon is an abandoned and neglected place where rubble, broken bricks, and the remains of a sandstone quay suggest some kind of industrial past.

The name ‘Dungeon’ derives from the Anglo-Saxon ‘dunge’ or ‘denge’, meaning marshland, or land that adjoins a marsh (think of Dungeness in Kent), rather than having any association with castles or imprisonment.  But this place does have some significance in Liverpool’s economic history, because it was here, after the discovery of rock salt in Cheshire in the 17th century, that a salt refinery was established, the remains of which are still visible in the crumbling stone work and overgrown sandstone jetty.

The development of the trade in salt from Cheshire was the catalyst for improvements in communications from the Cheshire salt fields and the Lancashire coal fields to the River Mersey and Liverpool, a process that boosted the town of Liverpool and the growth of the port. The first step in these developments was the transformation of the small fishing hamlet of Dungeon into a place of industry.  Throughout the 18th century, flatboats and barges brought rock salt across the river from the Cheshire shore to Dungeon, where it was refined before being shipped onwards.

The salt works closed in the late 1840s, and the quay was then used by a firm of ship breakers.  But by the early 20th century the river channels had begun to silt up, and the shipyard closed in 1912.  That was the end of industrial activity at Dungeon, and the little bay slipped once again into isolation and abandonment.

From Dungeon I turned to follow the broad sweep of the bay southeast towards Hale Point.  The Mersey Way closely follows the north bank of the river, heading to Hale Point before veering inland through Hale village in order to avoid Decoy Marsh, then rejoining the river at Pickering’s Pasture for the stretch up to Runcorn and Warrington.  The route in part is concurrent with the Trans-Pennine Trail.

This is a lovely stretch, with fields and wooded copses inland and the Mersey estuary opening out from the Runcorn gap in a series of broad, sweeping bays.  Once a filthy industrial wasteland, the estuary is now designated as a Site of Special Scientific Interest because the intertidal flats and saltmarshes provide feeding and roosting sites for large populations of waterbirds. During the winter the estuary is of major importance for ducks and waders, and in the spring and autumn migration periods it’s a crucial stopover for wader populations moving along the west coast of Britain.

The web page of the Mersey Estuary Conservation Group reports that dunlin, turnstone, teal, black-tailed godwit, redshank, pintail, and shelduck visit the estuary, while it is nationally important for wigeon, lapwing, curlew, golden and grey plover.  As the river continues to recover from industrial pollution, the range of fish species in the estuary has increased to over 50.   Sea bass, flounder and shoals of sprat are now common, and recent catches have included sole, dogfish, rays, mackerel as well as conger.   Salmon are probably breeding in the Mersey river system since juveniles were found in the river Goyt. As fish numbers increase, so to have sightings of  Cetaceans  (porpoises, dolphins and whales).  Seals, too, are regularly seen in the estuary, the most unusual and rarest being a Hooded Seal – a Greenland species – which hauled itself on the mud banks at Spike Island in 1997.

There are many Liverpudlians for whom this stretch of the river has provided a welcome opportunity to experience a quite wild and appealing area of countryside close to the city – not least for those who were rehoused on Speke Housing Estate in the postwar period, among them Paul McCartney.

In his biography of McCartney, Many Years from Now,  Barry Miles describes how Paul and his brother Mike, like thousands growing up on Liverpool’s new housing estates, were raised on the border of country and city:

For Paul and Michael, the best thing about living in Speke was the countryside. In a couple of minutes they could be in Dungeon Lane, which led through the fields to the banks of the Mersey. The river is very wide at this point, with the lights of Ellesmere Port visible on the far side across enormous shifting banks of mud and sand pecked over by gulls. On a clear day you could see beyond the Wirral all the way to Wales. Paul would often cycle the two and a half miles along the shoreline to the lighthouse at Hale Head, where the river makes a 90-degree turn, giving a panoramic view across the mud and navigation channels to the industrial complex of Runcorn on the far side. These are lonely, cold, windy places, the distant factories and docks dwarfed by the size of the mud banks of the river itself.

In the early fifties the McCartneys moved to another new house, surrounded by a muddy building site, at 12 Ardwick Road in the expanding eastern extension of the estate. It was not without danger. Paul was mugged there once while messing about with his brother on the beach near the old lighthouse. His watch was stolen and he had to go to court because they knew the youths that did it. […]

The little village of Hale was less than two miles away, with thatched roofs, home of the giant Childe of Hale who, legend has it, was nine foot tall. … The worn gravestone is still there, inscribed ‘Hyre lyes ye childe of Hale’. It was a favourite destination for a family walk. On the way back Paul’s parents and the two boys would stop at a teashop called the Elizabethan Cottage for a pot of tea, Hovis toast and home-made jam. It was a pleasant, genteel interlude, a touch of quality before they walked back to their very different life among the new grey houses and hard concrete roads of the housing estate.

‘This is where my love of the country came from,’ Paul said. ‘I was always able to take my bike and in five minutes I’d be in quite deep countryside. I remember the Dam woods, which had millions of rhododendron bushes. We used to have dens in the middle of them because they get quite bare in the middle so you could squeeze in. I’ve never seen that many rhododendrons since.’ Sometimes, however, rather than play with his friends, Paul preferred to be alone. He would take his Observer Book of Birds and wander down Dungeon Lane to the lighthouse on a nature ramble or climb over the fence and go walking in the fields: ‘This is what I was writing about in ‘Mother Nature’s Son’, it was basically a heart-felt song about my child-of-nature leanings’.

Speke was originally planned in 1936 as a complete town for 22,000 people, with an industrial estate, schools, a civic centre, a cinema, an ‘open-air music garden’ and a stadium and pleasure beach on the banks of the River Mersey. Unfortunately building work was interrupted by the Second World War and, though more homes were built in the postwar years, the gardens, stadium and pleasure beach never materialised.  Instead, social and community facilities and services were overlooked or inadequate.

1936 model of the planned Speke new town
1936 model of the planned Speke new town

The path to Hale follows the edge of farmland, skirting fields of barley, potatoes and carrots.

You can’t forget that the airport is nearby – on this stretch you walk parallel to the approach which aircraft make on their descent to the runway.  But the noise levels are not intrusive, apart from the brief roar of the reverse thrust engines as the planes touch down; for most of the time the only sounds are of rooks in the copse leading up to Hale village, or the calls of gulls and waders out on the mudbanks of the river.

Speke airport was constructed between 1930 and 1933, but until 1986 was located on a smaller site near Speke Boulevard (where the old terminal building is now the Crowne Plaza Hotel).  The major redevelopment of the 1980s saw the move to the new site near to the river at Oglet, and a transfer of ownership from Liverpool City Council to Peel Holdings, the company that now owns assets on both sides of the Mersey, from Liverpool to Manchester.  These include: the port of Liverpool, Birkenhead docks, the Manchester Ship Canal, the Trafford Centre, MediaCity UK at Salford Quays, and a great deal more.

The path follows the top of the low clay cliffs; between the path and the cliff edge is a strip of shrubs, reeds and saplings.  Flocks of hedgerow birds were exploiting the late summer seedheads; there were burdock (the dog came home with her coat festooned with the velcro-like burrs), teasel, and a delicate pink-and-white striped bindweed.

Walking on, the church tower at Hale was visible across the fields where a tractor was ploughing, pursued by a flock of seagulls.  Hale (the name is Anglo-Saxon again, deriving from ‘healh’ meaning promontary of land-  a reference to the village’s location on a bulge of land protruding into the Mersey. The village still retains something of its rural and farming character, the product of the rich and fertile soils hereabouts.

There are salt marshes between the village and the river which can flood at particularly high tides or during storms.  There used to be extensive osier willow beds around the marshes which gave rise to another village occupation, basket-making.  The industry died out long ago, but there are still remnants of the old willow beds marked on the Ordnance Survey map.  Along the cliff top and down on the foreshore there are dense reed beds: I imagine that in the past villagers  would have harvested the reeds for thatching (in fact, there are still a few thatched cottages in Hale village).

The walk ends at Hale lighthouse (top) which stands at Hale Head.  The first  lighthouse was built here in 1838, but the present building dates from 1906.  It ceased operation in 1958, since there was no longer any shipping on this side of the river. Since then it’s been a private residence. From here there are superb views of the hills at Frodsham and Helsby on the opposite bank.

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12 thoughts on “Walking the Mersey: Dungeon to Hale Point

  1. This from Iain Dignall, Halton Borough Council : Hi Gerry, I look after the Public Rights of Way for Halton Borough Council and am currently in the midst of an improvement programme on the waterfront between Dungeon Lane and toward Oglet etc. I have shared a link to one of your posts on our new Halton Public Rights of Way facebook page page. Thought I’d bring it to your attention so you may perhaps follow our progress. Its a big job and can only be done by degrees. Others have tried and failed but I have to stop the rot before i can shine it up. Feel free to have a look feedback is always welcome.

    1. Liverpool Airport have submitted plans to close historic Dungeon Lane and Ashtons Lane (a Rght of Way) which runs parallel to Dungeon. All control tower traffic, maintenance, security, farm traffic etc will be diverted along Baileys Lane, which is a residential lane, already decimated by Liverpool Airport. There are safety reasons for closure but there are no reasons why it can’t be realigned. Voice your support for Baileys Lane and the realignment of Dungeon Lane. Sign the petition. Send your objection letters to Halton Borough Council. Attend the public meeting at Runcorn Town Hall on 11th Feb at 6.30. No public dicussion or debate has taken place regarding the closure and non realignment of Dungeon Lane, Ashtons Lane.

  2. have some great memories as young boy walking down dungeon lane to oglet shore me &my brother used to walk to Garston docks & back in the 50s &60s great fun .

  3. I lived in Ganworth Rd, Speke, …for a couple of years 1964ish…
    happy happy days down Oglet shore….remember what we thought were tank traps on the beach…..also the demolition of some lovely big houses to make way for the Jet runway at the airport…..

  4. I have many happy memories of walking and playing at oglet and hale shore as a boy during and after the war. my family moved to speke in 1936, I left speke for Australia in 1965 , I often recall the happy times of my childhood spent walking and paddling at oglet

    1. Born in 1943 and lived at Hale Road until 1960. Even went to the same school as Paul M and at the same time. Did all the things he describes. Incredibly we never met up.
      And before anyone asks, Rootes, the shadow factory, did have a camouflaged roof. Could see it from my bedroom window!

  5. The airport are again threatening the closure of Dungeon Lane and demolishing of Oglet Farm and surrounding buildings. There is a Facebook group called Save Oglet Shoreline who are holding a meeting tonight Wednesday 27th June 18 in the Childe of Hale pub at 7 pm if you’re reading this in time. Hopefully a petition against the development across this greenbelt land and the demolition of historic buildings will be agreed and started. Love this page and hope you don’t mind we’ve used two of your photos of Yew Tree Farm and land to illustrate what will be lost on our page. We have credited this page for the pictures.

  6. Hi Gerry – this is an excellent blog . My distant cousin Graham Houghton are researching our family tree which seems to indicate that we can relate to Thomas of Hale (1690 to 1730) although there is an earlier Isabel Houghton who used to live in the Manor House. I thought you might like to see my email to Graham in case he gets in touch directly. Not only is there a Hough Green just near Widnes but there is also Hoghton Road in Hale. I grew up in Moore on the other side of the River between Warrington and Runcorn and was born in Warrington. I have lived and worked in London since 1981 though and now live in Croxley Green Herts. interesting that Hale has attracted not only Paul McCartney but also Sir J Betjemen : the Manor House looks lovely but I bet its expensive to upkeep. I think that my relatives are buried in the church of St Mary”s in Hale whihc you took a very nice photo of

    Kind regards

    tony Houghton

    “Morning Graham

    Hope that you are well : I am well into Mersey Flats and Flatmen as this was referred to as being James senior profession and there was a Thomas Houghton also described who could have been James uncle (William’s elder brother) The Dungeon Salt Works are just on the Mersey close to Hale and it was that that triggered the rise of the Mersey flats ie the salt trade seemingly. This blog is very good below – not only did Macca used to visit there but also Sir John Betjemen wrote a poem about Hale Manor which is where Isabel Houghton widow of Hugh lived for many years in the 1600’s. Just north of Hale is a place called Hough green and “Haugh” is used to describe what could very well be the local landscape. Haughton could be a derivative of this and village (which is as you no doubt know is what “ton” signifies so its possible that Thomas of Hale could have been Thomas Haughton but its all guess work. Will keep you posted

    The Manor House, Hale, Near Liverpool

    John Betjemin’s poem, ‘The Manor House, Hale, near Liverpool’ describes the grandeur of the architecture in this region. The influence of Liverpool’s greatness and wealth as a port is seen floating across the whole of Lancashire, ‘O’er Mersey mud and Mersey flood,’ to pervade everything it touches, ‘While near and far and far and near/ Is Liverpool baroque.’ It is a truly fun piece, which mirrors the brilliant playfulness demonstrated in the baroque designs of the architecture, also Betjemin’s nod towards the speaking clock, is particularly appealing: ‘“Rococo,” says the pendulum, / “Baroque, baroque, baroak.”’
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  7. Great pictures and memories! I remember the ‘tank traps’ and also the sand (there was sand in the 1960’s!). I also remember cottages on Dungeon Lane in which flowers were sold in the summer. Happy days.

    Revd Frank Cain

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