'The plastic car'.

Fly tipping on Bidston Hill, would somewhat bizarrely simulate nature. A car would be scrapped, then a  sub-layer of scrapping would occur where the unwanted bits from the scrapped car would be hawked off to the edgelands and that's fly tipping; the waste from the waste.

Having just had tea, we were all alerted to a sound all too familiar at a certain time of day. A kind of cascading sound; with a coda purely consisting of a horrendous, scraping metallic 'shunt'. Getting up from the dining table to find out what the noise was all about was always a deja vu moment, you knew within 3 steps of getting up what had just happened, outside, yet again.

You'd get to the window just in time to see Mr Tipper Transit donkey plodding his way back down Wilding Way in 1st gear, his frantic efforts to get the tail down still not quite yet accomplished. His or her efforts to avoid the old bill always meant that they would crunch the gears at the least desired moment, resulting in them having to sacrifice their liner sheets from the truck bed in order to get out of there pronto. The ply liners from the tipper bed can clearly be seen in the shots on this page, especially the bottom pic.

Head lamps, door cards, asbestos roofing too, shrouds of all shapes and sizes.

On this occasion they had dumped a whole car, minus the body. It was the perfect dissection, all the 'meat' was gone, all that was left were electrical entrails, plastic dashboard, door cards and tyres. Guest appearances were made by old favourites like spent propane tanks and on this particular occasion we had a rare appearance by a truly special guest star, not seen for some considerable time on the hill, 'asbestos corrugated roofing' (clearly seen in centre top of the pile in the photo above).

Viewers might like to note that these photographs were taken in November 2009, I hope that these sights are a distant memory for Bidston. (?)

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