Endless skeletons of rusting railway track embedded in tarmac, undergrowth or still exposed on decaying sleepers. Sheds (‘hangars’) locked down and silent, where once flourished round the clock traffic and trade (under sunlight or floodlight). A few lorry drivers stand and sit by their parked articulated vehicles in this wasteland, awaiting further instructions. A new generation now taking on the civic baton of maritime heritage and reshaping it into a commercial/retail 21st century vision. ‘Dock 76’ (Toys R Us etc…). A solitary grey granite stone sits on grass between restaurants (former ‘A Shed’), a subtle epitaph to the former dockers and porters who fell prey to the endless dangers.