This is the second 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.  Last time I headed southeast to Hale Point; this time I turned northwest to follow the Oglet shore parallel to the runways of John Lennon Airport.

This is a landscape of strange juxtapositions and incongruities:  an airport control tower looms across a field of potatoes, wild banks of gorse share the view with the cracking towers and storage tanks of Stanlow oil refinery across the river, and a horse gallops through pasture as an aircraft passes low overhead.

The views are good today: across the estuary, the Clwydian hills with the distinctive peak of Moel Famau lie distant and blue. There may be an airport just a field away, but this is old country: Neolithic flint scatters have been found here, close to the Mersey shore. People may have lived here 5000 years ago, or simply come to the river to fish.

Walking northwest along the Mersey Way, it’s plain that, despite the airport and Speke housing estate, this is still farming country, and surprisingly rural.  The path keeps to the bluffs above the river, skirting the edge of fields of barley and potatoes.  But whereas, walking in the other direction towards Hale, the path is easy and clearly defined, here I found it overgrown and almost impenetrable – especially for a diminutive King Charles spaniel!   As soon as possible I broke off the path and scrambled down to the foreshore.  The tide was out and, at least for a time, the going was much easier along the sandy shoreline.

The estuary here is broad, with large areas of saltmarsh and extensive intertidal sand and mud flats, edged by boulder clay cliffs.  It was low tide and looking out across the estuary to the Cheshire hills and Stanlow oil refinery, the river seemed, apart from a few meandering water channels, to be  one long stretch of sands.  Even so, it seems amazing to contemplate the idea of walking across the river here.  Yet that is what Graham Boanas, a charity fundraiser, did in the summer of 2006. He walked from Ince Banks near Ellesmere Port to Oglet – a distance of two miles. Although he is a remarkable 6 foot nine tall, Boanas struggled against strong currents, treacherous mud and shifting sandbanks.

Walking the Oglet shore today, with its mud banks and washed up litter at the high tide line, it’s hard to imagine that, even into the 1970s, families would come here for a day out on the beach.  In Speke Memories, Vinny Edwards recalls childhood days on Oglet shore after his family was rehoused to Speke in the late 1960s:

The summers seemed endless in those days …we would spend all day playing on the fields next to the airport runways …there was marshland where we would go fishing with nets for newts , sticklebacks and frogspawn….or we would go egging ….but we would leave the house with an old lemonade bottle of water…and we’d be back home for tea .

We would also go down Oggy Shore….does anyone remember standing under the planes as they landed?  We used to throw stones at them as they flew to their landing a hundred yards further on down. We’d go down to Oggy and on those hot days we’d walk along to Hale lighthouse…..there used to even be a beach in those days and I have old black and white photos of us as a family on the foreshore at Oglet beach….

Looking at Oglet shore these days its hard to recognise as my old playground of 30 years ago. However, it is great to see how the wildlife has adopted my old stamping ground.

Similarly, in his excellent book Discover Liverpool, Ken Pye also recalls coming here with is parents in the late 1950s, skipping around the concrete pyramids on the beach (laid as tank traps during the War, and now reduced to rubble on the high tide line), and later, as a teenager in the 1960s, when he and his mates would bring girlfriends to steal kisses and swim in the river (risky before the clean-up, when domestic sewage and industrial pollutants were discharged directly into the river). Pye includes in his book this evocative photograph of youngsters having fun at Oglet back in those days.

The biography of Paul McCartney, Many Years from Now, by Barry Miles also recalls childhood days along this shore:

Speke was named after the swine fields that surrounded Liverpool; the Anglo-Saxon ‘Spic’ means bacon. The old village of Speke, together with the hamlet of Oglet, had only thirty-seven houses when construction began in 1936 of a ‘new model town’. Over 35,000 houses and flats were built, mainly to house people from the slums of the south end of Liverpool. Despite being well equipped with schools, clinics, parks and playing fields, it was a pretty soulless place. The idea of rehousing people in rural surroundings didn’t work. They missed the street life, the local pub, the corner shops and sense of community and felt that the council had taken them and dumped them in a field out of sight. The low, monotonous terraced houses, the lack of nearby shops or entertainment and the great distance from the city centre quickly combined to make it into a rough working-class ghetto, separated from the rest of Liverpool by an industrial estate and the airport. However, there were thick woods nearby, full of bluebells in spring, now engulfed by a Ford motor factory, and it was only a short walk to the River Mersey.

For Paul and Michael [his brother], 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.

I like the strange juxtapositions and incongruities of this landscape: the airport control tower looming over the fields of potato and barley, the modernistic, gleaming warehouse blocks of the terminal buildings alongside the old red brick farmhouse at Oglet.

What I didn’t like – and began to feel depressed by – was the way the shoreline is littered with industrial and domestic detritus  – discarded bottles, crates, tyres, old shoes and wellies, road signs, buckets, and plastic, plastic, plastic. In one place a complete wooden bench – in good condition and of municipal design – had been washed ashore right way up, looking incongruously as if it had been placed there deliberately. The quality of the river water may be good again, and salmon have returned to breed, but this littered shore is evidence that the river is still regarded as a convenient place to dump rubbish.

Encountering this concrete pillar, original function unknown, I was reminded of the early hominids discovering the black monolith at the beginning of the Stanley Kubrick film 2001: A Space Odyssey.  And we all know what that led to…

My walk ends just short of the airport light gantry that juts out into the river just below where the Tudor half-timbered Speke Hall stands, incongruously only a few yards from the runway and new terminal buildings of the airport. You can’t see the Elizabethan manor house from the shore because of the Speke Hall bund, created to conceal the runway from the house.

Liverpool Airport was a product of the craze for airport development that gripped Britain’s towns and cities in the inter-war years. It was built on land that once formed part of the Speke Hall estate.  Following the death of Adelaide Watts, the last private owner of the house, ownership passed to Liverpool Corporation which saw Speke as an ideal site for airport development. The original Speke Airport was a large levelled grassed area to the other side of Speke Hall from the present airport. The first flight from the new airfield was in 1930, though the airport didn’t officially open until 1933. When it did it had the most impressive airport buildings in the country, including the Art Deco terminal building and control tower (now the Crowne Plaza Hotel) and two nearby hangars (one now a sports centre, the other the headquarters of Shop Direct).

The former terminal building of Speke Airport

The development of the original northern airfield required a large acreage of the former Speke Estate be converted from agricultural to aviation use. The resulting airfield was, however, compact and the majority of flights would take off over the Mersey. The redevelopment of the airport in the 1980s resulted in the construction of the new runway required for jet aircraft on the new site nearer to the river at Oglet.

The Beatles arriving at Speke Airport for the northern premiere of A Hard Day’s Night, 10 July 1964

The runway development of the 1980s swallowed up more of the Speke Estate and led to the southern part of Speke Hall’s ornate gardens being concreted over, effectively separating the Hall from the River Mersey.  Though now surrounded by the airport and new industrial units, Speke Hall remains a stunning building: it always has always felt to me slightly surreal, encountering this a wood-framed wattle-and-daub Tudor manor house, built in the mid-16th century, amidst the hurly-burly of 21st century life reflected in airport arrivals and departures, industrial units and Speke retail park.

Speke Hall was built by the Norris family, and three generations lived there before the family’s Catholic faith led to them losing the estate after the Civil War, and the house being left in a state of neglect. In the late 18th century, Richard Watt, a merchant and slave trader, bought the house with profits made from Jamaican sugar plantations. He began much needed restorative work before leasing the house to Frederick Leyland who, from modest beginnings, had made his fortune in shipping.

There’s an etching of Speke Hall done by James Abbott McNeill Whistler in 1870 that’s in the collection of the Walker Art Gallery, as well as a rather wonderful oil painting entitled Whistler and the Leyland Family in the Billiard Room, Speke Hall.

Speke Hall by James Abbott McNeill Whistler (1870)

The story behind these works is that Leyland was a great patron of the arts (sometimes referred to as ‘the Medici of Merseyside’,he was responsible for the superb William Morris wallpapers which are a special feature of the house), and especially of  the Pre-Raphaelites and Whistler. Whistler eventually received an invitation to stay with the Leyland family at Speke Hall in 1871. Over the next five years, during many often extended visits he painted the whole family. During these visits, with Leyland at work in Liverpool and London, a strong affection grew between Whistler and Frances, the wife of his patron. The relationship deepened, was to last for the rest of their lives, and was instrumental in the breakdown of the Leyland marriage.

The oil painting (below) seems, whether intentionally or not, to hum with suppressed feeling.  Frederick Leyland is on the far left, with his three daughters to the right.  Seated in front of a desperately bored looking Whistler is Frances, deliberately picked out in scarlet.  The depiction of the women, billiard cues at the ready, and especially of the woman on the left wielding her cue, is, I think, delicious.

Whistler and the Leyland Family in the Billiard Room, Speke Hall
by James Abbott McNeill Whistler

All the land hereabouts was once part of the Speke Hall estate.  Today, there are still a couple farms in Oglet (an Anglo-Saxon name meaning ‘oak tree by a stream’) and, leaving the shore I returned up the lane to where the red brick Yew Tree Farm stood on the opposite side of the road.

Behind the farm, a horse grew restless as an Easyjet plane made the approach over the fields to the runway.  Another odd juxtaposition.

At all seasons, at all states, the River was beautiful. At dead low water, when great sandbanks were laid bare, to draw multitudes of gulls; in calm, when the ships stood still above their shadows; in storm, when the ferries beat by, shipping sprays, and at full flood, when shipping put out and came in, the River was a wonder to me.
– John Masefield, in New Chums, 1944, his account of the time he spent from 1891 on HMS Conway at New Ferry training as a merchant seaman navigator before joining his first ship in 1894.



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55 thoughts on “Walking the Mersey: Oglet shore

  1. I think this is the most interesting and in-depth blog I have ever read! It must have taken you ages. Fascinating history about Speke too – the airport terminal is beautiful.

  2. Sunday morning and I was just wondering if I should take the dog for a walk down ‘Oggy Shore’ and I thought I’d google to see if anybody had anything to say about it. This is wonderful blog with some amazing photos. It brought back memories from my childhood in the 50’s when we’d all take a bottle of pop and a few butties and go there for picnics. Well, that settles it, we’re off to take the dog down there this afternoon :)

  3. went for a walk down oggy shore on tuesday fantastic always brings back memoriese i love oglet shore so peaceful diana you were lucky a bottle of pop ours was water ha

  4. what a lovely afternoon down oglet shore never get fed up with it sun sea oooo its sad that the rubbish is not cleaned up

  5. the old concrete pillars your referring to are old sewer vents allowing methane to be released into the air not sure but i think there is 4 on oggy leading towards garstan.i love oggy great for fossil finds and ww2 finds

  6. Thanks for the history lesson Gerry, thought I knew Oglet Shore! I moved to Speke in 1958 with my folks when I was five and we lived in East Damwood Road. Oglet Shore was just down the road from where we lived as are the Millwoods and the Damwoods (Much reduced now!) My cousins who lived in Toxteth used to think they were out in the country side when they came to visit us! Although I don’t live in Speke these days I still visit Oglet and the surrounding woods on a weekly basis.

  7. Great article. …. summed up most of my memories and feelings regarding the whole area. I think there is one inaccuracy regarding the date for the building of the runway. This runway (at the rear of Speke hall) was in place before the 80s. The terminal wasn’t completed until the mid to late 80s, but the runway was operational from the early 70s or perhaps earlier.

  8. Great article. …. summed up most of my memories and feelings regarding the whole area. I think there is one inaccuracy regarding the date for the building of the runway. This runway (at the rear of Speke hall) was in place before the 80s. The terminal wasn’t completed until the mid to late 80s, but the runway was operational from the early 70s or perhaps earlier.

    1. Thanks, Tom. I’m glad you appreciated the post. I stand corrected about the runway – thanks for taking the time to read and comment.

  9. Fantastic read as I child me being the second eldest of 11 kids we never went on holiday but we alway’s went to Oglet Shore right round to the light house and to think we used to swim in the water I still have old black and white photo’s of all us kids in different places along the walk and of us swimming in the water it bring’s back a lot of memmorie’s

    1. Cheers, Kathy – glad to be able to revive the childhood memories. As for myself – I came to these parts much later, arriving in Liverpool as a university student in ’67. I’ve love the place ever since, and never left. Swimming in that water, though! You could probably do it again now – the river is cleaner than it ever was.

  10. Just reading your blog about Oglet Shore Liverpools own Southend beach Lol..Is Oglet beach accessible by car or do you have to walk to get to it..Would like to go down and take some photos.

    1. Turn off Hale Road at Dungeon Lane, go down past the end of the airport, then either park at the end with the plane watchers or turn right and drive further to Dungeon farm where there is a parking space. You will have to walk about 5 minutes from either point.

  11. Really interesting piece on an area where lot of people would only think of the negatives aspects of Speke. I often would park up and eat my butties on my lunch/tea break in the surrounding area when I worked as a police officer in Widnes. Well done, great article.


  12. Thanks for the great article Gerry. I saw a link on Facebook. The pyramids Ken Pye refers to early on were placed as tank traps but no in Speke. Like the house bricks that litter Dungeon Point, they were all dumped there after the war when sites were cleared in other parts of the city. We have been watching the mud down there disappear for the last 15 years and recently got out to one of the sand banks near Hale Lighthouse! The water left in little pools out there was absolutely clear – no wonder the marine life is doing so well! Thanks again for the interesting story.

    1. Thanks, Lynne, I really appreciate your comments, and the interesting points you make. The dumped house bricks must have been dumped at the same time as the same were being deposited along Crosby shore (see my post here:

  13. Dear Gerry , what a delightful blog to read , thanks so much for sharing this with us. I am honoured you have chosen to use part of my old Speke Memories article used by Tom Ryder on his old Speke website….this blog and your others have brought back many happy memories. Keep up your great writings…they are a treasure.
    Vinny Edwards , Spekite , via Brisbane and currently based in Suva , Fiji..!!

    1. Vinny – I really appreciate your comments on the blog. It’s an honour to have a quoted author respond to the post in this way. You’ve certainly moved a long way from the Oglet shore! May I ask: which is better – Oglet or Fiji?

  14. Hah hahh …well Gerry I have to say that both have their plus’s and minus’s. I left Speke in 86 to move to Brisbane and have been back 4 times in that time. I have to say the first time I went back , I came back to Brisbane very disillusioned with Liverpool , and in particular Speke. It seemed that successive Governments , had knocked the “shite and stuffing” (to quote, George from The Boy’s from the Blackstuff) , but successive visits back made me feel more positive about Speke’s future. Having read your blogs it seems there is a growing future , which makes me very happy. It’s been about 14 yrs since my last trip back , but when this gig in Suva, Fiji is over , we’ll definitely come home for an extended visit as I now have a 9yr old son and a wife who are itching to go back and meet family they’ve never met and to see the places I’ve told them about. I do love visiting the places of my childhood on my trips home. The older you get the more your past means to you and you realise that the future you live is largely conditioned by the past. Speke , for all it’s troubles gave me a wonderful childhood as I’m sure you’ve read in my Speke Memories notes…and I will always treasure those memories. I’ve spent wonderful “virtual visits” to my old hometown through your blogs…keep them up.
    Best wishes from Fiji.
    From an old ( and proud ) Speke-ite..!!


    1. Thanks, Vinny. During your virtual visits and before you return bodily I would recommend exploring the links in the right had panel under Liverpool, if you haven’t done so already. I would recommend fellow Liverpudlian blogger Ronnie Hughes who writes a lot more posts about Liverpool than I do at A Sense of Place. All those sites are interesting, though.

  15. The b&w picture of the boys having fun was at dungeon not oglet .The boy on his own with blonde hair,hands in pockets and legs crossed is me,the picture would,I think,have been taken sometime between 1956 to 58 approx.My aunty lived at riverside ,the nearest house on top of the hills on Turners nurserys land.I spent all of my youth down there on the shore.

    1. Thanks, William – it’s really interesting to have the archaeological details of an old photo revealed like that. Next question is: who took the photo? Looking more closely at it I wonder if it was staged – the four boys in the centre seem to have been choreographed. Do you remember the moment?

  16. Hello all, you may be interested to know there is a Facebook group now called Friends of Oglet. They have recently been given a large grant to improve the shoreline from Dungeon towards Hale (sadly, not Oglet itself as the group name is slightly misleading!) Nevertheless, they are looking for interested parties to give their ideas so if anyone is interested, please have a look at their page. They are hoping to improve parking, steps and paths amongst other things. We were hoping the original end of Oglet Lane that runs down to the shore from Yew Tree Farm was being improved but it’s not included – this time. You might also be pleased to know Yew Tree is still standing, despite all the old buildings in that area being bought a up and demolished by the airport. It was empty until recently but we were relieved to see the windows being painted recently and a car outside so fingers crossed.
    Best wishes.

  17. Thank you so much for this wonderful information. Raised in the Dingle but lived in Wales for 2nd years and returned in Capital of Culture year 20th. I am only just discovering my home town.

  18. really good site , brought a lot of memories back, the old cottages on oglet lane t.s conway training place the damwoods getting chased by the farmer mr critchley when fishing on the roachie and perchy,it was a different world back in the 50`s/60`s

  19. Good read…. I go into oglet quite a lot on my day boat, travelling from fidlers ferry…. A lot of history with the place ,,,

  20. Great article Gerry.
    Look at the old black and white photo of children playing on the beach.
    On the left, at the back are Paul McCartney and his brother Mike.
    They are wearing braced up shorts…I have many photos of them as children wearing these braced up shorts.
    Paul is facing the camera, Mike is looking out to sea.
    There is a girl standing with them wearing a white dress, with white ribboned hair.
    I have a photo of Paul with this same girl who was his neighbour in Speke.
    On the photo that I have of her with Paul, she has the same dress on and has a white ribbon in her hair.
    Paul also has his braced up shorts on.
    Maybe the photo was taken on the same day
    Their mother Mary may also be with them in this photo.
    You can just make out a Lady’s head behind the taller boy standing with them.
    A shame that I cannot post further evidence which I have.
    Peter Hodgson

  21. Thanks, Peter – I have that book! I’ve found the photo right at the back. It’s interesting that Ken Pye also seems unaware of the photo’s contents.

    1. I discovered that they were both in the photo, only during the past week.
      Other photos that I have, point to this being both Paul and Mike on the shore.

  22. I am collecting details on Shipwrecks for walkers and wondered if there was any wreck intertidally, which can easily be seen on this walk, especially interested if the wreck has been identified, ie its name known. I can obtain the wreck details if a beach wreck has a name. I know of others further along the shoreline but not on this stretch, any information would be welcomed.

      1. I’ve never heard talk of any wrecks along here but there was a shipbreakers yard at Oglet. There could be parts left I suppose but even with the mud receding as it is now, the most we’ve ever seen is possible remains of a ship’s cabin.

  23. What a wonderful article and blog. So well written and interesting. Thank you for taking the time to write about this part of Liverpool. You’re right it’s such a shame people choose to dump their rubbish here. Absolutely no care or love for their local area on what is a rare patch of land in a city. I’m an artist researching the history of the Mersey for an upcoming project and the blog has been very useful. I’ve found your post on the Canal trip to Manchester fascinating too. Off for more now!

    1. Thank you very much for your generous remarks, Joe. Glad you have found the Mersey posts useful.Hope the project goes well – sounds interesting!

  24. can anyone remember the old barracks down oglet lane on the left side , just before the junction of the lane leading towards the damwoods

  25. It is wonderful
    To know that people still looking at oggie, my sister used to send me for red sand stone for her legs, rub on instant

  26. I remember bluebell woods in speke,before ford’s wrecked it ,I was born in woolton, moved to speke as a 5 year old,lived in harefield green

  27. This poem called “The Rare Treat” was written by Peter Smith from 137 Hale Road, Speke.
    It describe pretty much what things were like when kids were actually brought by their mums to see the sights down Oglet Lane and perhaps lie on those shimmering sands.

    If you Lie upon the sand’s of the Oglet at dawn, watching the incoming tide,
    Red rays from the sun will pay over your face, and, the sheep’s carcase at your side,
    Will, by it’s odour, force you to roll over and ponder the beauty around,
    Oil from the docks and green slimy rocks where black slimy creatures abound.

    You will gaze on the rubbish that’s scattered about when the cry of a seagull is heard,
    Swooping down on the waves with it’s beak opened wide on a terrible, terrible turd.
    Old tyres, old cans, half buried in sand, old bottles, old bicycle wheels,
    Old bits of iron all rotted with rust, and parts of old automobiles.

    Small children are taken to the Oglet at dawn, to lie upon the shimmering sand,
    But after a while, they get up and run,
    Like Bloody Hell,
    Right back to their Mam.

    Ted Smith: Williamstown Melbourne January 2018

  28. Thanks for publishing your article. Unfortunately, the path behind John Lennon airport has been closed off by Peel Holdings, they say that the land is unstable.

    I have written to Peel Holdings and asking for timescales for reopening the pathway

  29. I can remember some old timer,s telling me that during the war they had a system of pipelines run out across that scrubland and would release oil which was set alight to create a false target for the german bomber,s and those water filled pits with trees around are bomb crater,s and there is a possibility that some didn’t go off

  30. Remember climbing all over buoy in the photo in my best school uniform only to end up going home with a big green slime mark on my pants and receiving a good hiding for being silly. We lived down there every summer school holidays, went to the woods and picked blackberries on our way home to Conleach Road. Further more I was in the Sea Cadets at ACC Conway on Oglet Lane where John Lennon airport now stands. Iconic really as I left school to work at Speke Airport so yes good memories of the area of Oglet off Hale Road. Well done Gerry with your really good article.

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