The area was far different to today, being alive with factories. Reader Peter Cotterill has been in touch with his memories. From my bedroom window I could see 13 factory chimneys, 15 if I leaned out my head out. Warrington, not just Bank Quay was a factory town (more suited to be in Lancashire than Cheshire) hence the smogs that came in damp winters and the grime that was everywhere. As a child my mother insisted that I wash my hands and face – and neck after coming in from playing outside. There was always, as she expressed it, a tide mark between my clothed body and the exposed neck.