Nice described,
@gennepher
Similar experiences here.
Little inlet off Thames.
Designed to feed power station
Ex railway yard,
Summer holidays climbing into places we shouldn't, wandering forbidden railway tracks. The inlet/ creek silted up at the back of disused factories, that 'Smell' lingering in the air.
Happy, glorious, carefree days.
The days of the endless summers.
Back there now, just 3 lads, brave beyond stupid.
Fences climbed, guards AND their dogs evaded.
sneaking on to the bow of a Thames barge moored up.alongside what seemed like a canyon of disused railway boxes.
Climbing down into the bulkhead, to chat, tell tall stories & sing.
Yeah, we sang, badly most likely,
but we sang whatever was popular.
Remember "Sound of silence" "the fighter" and "America" among a few others by Simon & Garfunkel being common choices.
Ahh. Happy days.