Blimey mate, you had the old brain cells rattling about like those ping pong balls in a bingo machine for a minute there. Bugger me.
Taylor and Morgan, yeah I’d forgotten all about them.
There used to be a chap called George Pennington that had a transport operation in Ashton. He was based in Mafeking Place, just off Princess road . He ran a fleet of 4 wheeler Albion flats, and the bulk of his work as far as I’m aware was carting for Sankey Sugar in Earlestown. He may have had the odd tipper or two as well, although I’m not too sure about that. An old mate of mine used to drive for him in fact, a lad by the name of Johnny Baldwin.
Johnny served his apprenticeship whilst still at school, when he used to go out with all of the drivers during the school holidays.
Now I’m assuming that Taylor and Morgan took over George’s operation, possibly following his retirement, or something suchlike. I went AWOL for a few years in the mid to late 60’s, so I didn’t have my finger on the pulse quite as much as I might have had I’m afraid, but I do remember seeing them about.
In fact, the more I think about it, the more I’m convinced I’m right. I daresay Taylor and Morgan threw in the towel at about the same time that Sankey Sugar folded, but I’m only guessing. They used to have a garage in Parr, St.Helens evidently, as a mate of mine tells me he sprayed a couple of wagons for them there.
I’m not sure when Sankey Sugar closed down, but I do know that they were still operating in 1970, as we used to go into there with 8 legger AEC Mammoth Majors for an outfit called Wrights, who were based in Albion St. in Salford. We used to pick up raw sugar, I’m calling it raw, but basically it was brown in colour, and we used to run it up to a refinery in Greenock, just overlooking the Clyde.
Fourteen tons of brown sugar in the back of a tipper box that had just been used for carting lime slurry from Shell at Carrington up to the tip at Darcy Lever FFS, and in a wagon that was capable of attaining 37 mph on a good day, with a following wind. We did endeavour to hose the ■■■■■ out of the box out as best we could before loading the sugar first of course.
This was just before they opened the M6 over Shap, so we had to come off the M6 at that permanent temporary bend near Carnforth to join the old A6, then trundle past Dennis’s bungalow and up to The Jungle for breakfast.
Once out of The Jungle, it was engage Aberdeen overdrive at every opportunity in order to get to The Moss in time for dinner.
Dinner over, we would normally make it to Greenock for mid afternoon, tip, then get across to the Haymarket wagon park in Edinburgh. A couple of pints of ’ Heevey ’ in Princes St. Then kip across the bonnet. Load destructor bales out of that scrapyard down by the docks in Leith the following morning, then back via the Elvanfoot café just after Abingdon, back over Shap, past Dennis’s gaff again, and back home for tea, job done, respect due.
I realise I’m rambling a bit here,but at my time of life, it’s not only expected of me, it’s considered mandatory. Anyway, thanks for giving me the opportunity to bore you all stupid.
Regards. Eddie.