Found this place on a dock road wander back in March last year, and since then I've been in multiple times - what seemed like a bland ruined warehouse is actually a pretty interesting place.
Far as I can tell we were the very first folks in there to take photos (WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER), but never got round to putting the pics online. Which is like going to a Michelin-starred restaurant and only eating the breadsticks. Fortunately some other intrepid 28-dayers got inside around the same time, so you guys didn't have to miss out on this gem of a shithole.
On the first visit there was very little graffiti or modern litter, was basically a dodgy 1990s time warp, complete with Gorbachev and Princess Diana on the front of newspapers. On repeat visits I've noticed quite a few things have gone missing; some arsehole even nicked a lovely vintage Coke can from the managers desk! The first basement has also flooded now, first time we went it was dry (though the stairs down to the sub-basement were almost entirely underwater :/ ).
Built originally as cold storage next to Canada Dock goods station, in 1928 it became J A Irving & Co warehousing, and in 1965 was taken over by United Mersey Supply Co, a ships' stores supplying most of Liverpool's vessels with everything from sump plugs to malt whisky. They moved premises in the early 1990s and it's been empty since.
I've seen this written off as a dump but there's a ton of interesting nooks and crannies, and the natural light is absolutely killer. I don't recommend the top floor though, the stairs are a bit crumbly and the top floor itself is a deathtrap - a massive roof beam has collapsed and there's mounds of pigeonshit everywhere.
WARNING - LOADS OF IMAGES
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In the final years before closure, conditions at the warehouse were so bad that empoyees routinely drank bleach to take away the pain. Seriously though, I LOVE THIS PHOTO.
The view from outside, complete with the 'Stairway To Tetanus' fire escape. The big empty grassy bit is the old Canada Dock goods station, and the wall running across in the background is part of a buried road bridge spanning the tracks.
Loading dock on the ground floor. Any traces of beer left inside have undoubtedly evolved to form a complex malt-based civilisation by now. ALL HAIL OUR HOPPY OVERLORDS.
'Clayton The Lift Motor' was one of the less successful Thomas The Tank Engine spinoff characters.
Ooh, a hole in the floor! This looks like a wonderful and completely safe place to take a tripod selfie.
Tom Clancy's Scouser Cell®
Vintage Coke can on the manager's desk. Alas, some dirty thieving scoundrel has since taken this.
I honestly don't know if that light was still on, if it was just light hitting the button. CREEPY.
It'd need to be one hell of an emergency to make me go near that rusty fire escape.
Absolutely love the vintage signwriting on this. I've seen many doors, but this one is a particularly beautiful one. Which is good because it fails miserably at being a door, being rusted open and all.
More barrel porn. One day the highly evolved malt-based lifeforms contained therein will be released, ushering in a new golden age of peace and enlightenment.
750 gallons of paraffin! You can buy this stuff to treat constipation, with a typical dose being around 10ml. That means this one tank could treat nearly 350,000 constipated people. That's enough to loosen the bowels of 3/4 of the population of Liverpool.
The basement, which is now mildly flooded maybe an inch or two deep. Through the doorway in the distance is the stairs down to the sub-basement, which is underwater to roof level and frankly terrifying.
The last game of darts. I like the helpful 'dart board' label. Wouldn't want people chucking darts at the liquid paraffin tank now would we?
Up on the roof. This is open to the elements, and in a battle between Mother Nature and roof beams...Nature wins every time.
The view into town on a particularly rainy, miserable way.
This old fluorescent tube has a tiny flourishing ecosystem inside. Life always finds a way.
Some sort of office on the roof. 'Emergency Exit' in this case means 'if you use this exit, you're gonna have an emergency'
Well the floor handled my beer belly just fine, so I think we're good.
The obligatory lightswitch shot. Why do old switches always look so damned cool?
MYSTERY TREASURE CHEST!
What's inside? Tetanus.
Pretty big clock-in system. I guess a lot of people worked here back in the day.
The lift looks awesome from this angle, but the floor and ceiling have holes where holes are not meant to be. DANGER WILL ROBINSON
Check out my enormous shaft!
Dude, excellent!
Oh no this wasn't posed, totally casual...I just happened to be standing perfectly still for 12 seconds.
You know the elephant graveyard in The Lion King? This is the same thing but for spiders.
The ceiling panel once saw a picture of a stalactite and though 'ooh, I need to try that!'
SNITCHES GET SWITCHES
Tried ringing a number for 'discreet massage' and got an old lady in a nursing home. Always a risk.
Definitely worth a look in the area, but I strongly suggest you skip the top few floors - the risk/reward factor doesn't balance at all. Friend of mine went up there a few weeks after me and ended up in A&E with a pigeon-shit-covered nail through his foot. It's really not worth it.
MORE PICTURES AFTER THE JUMP!
Far as I can tell we were the very first folks in there to take photos (WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER), but never got round to putting the pics online. Which is like going to a Michelin-starred restaurant and only eating the breadsticks. Fortunately some other intrepid 28-dayers got inside around the same time, so you guys didn't have to miss out on this gem of a shithole.
On the first visit there was very little graffiti or modern litter, was basically a dodgy 1990s time warp, complete with Gorbachev and Princess Diana on the front of newspapers. On repeat visits I've noticed quite a few things have gone missing; some arsehole even nicked a lovely vintage Coke can from the managers desk! The first basement has also flooded now, first time we went it was dry (though the stairs down to the sub-basement were almost entirely underwater :/ ).
Built originally as cold storage next to Canada Dock goods station, in 1928 it became J A Irving & Co warehousing, and in 1965 was taken over by United Mersey Supply Co, a ships' stores supplying most of Liverpool's vessels with everything from sump plugs to malt whisky. They moved premises in the early 1990s and it's been empty since.
I've seen this written off as a dump but there's a ton of interesting nooks and crannies, and the natural light is absolutely killer. I don't recommend the top floor though, the stairs are a bit crumbly and the top floor itself is a deathtrap - a massive roof beam has collapsed and there's mounds of pigeonshit everywhere.
WARNING - LOADS OF IMAGES
(If you're on mobile, you probably just wasted your entire data allowance loading the page. Sorry
)
In the final years before closure, conditions at the warehouse were so bad that empoyees routinely drank bleach to take away the pain. Seriously though, I LOVE THIS PHOTO.
The view from outside, complete with the 'Stairway To Tetanus' fire escape. The big empty grassy bit is the old Canada Dock goods station, and the wall running across in the background is part of a buried road bridge spanning the tracks.
Loading dock on the ground floor. Any traces of beer left inside have undoubtedly evolved to form a complex malt-based civilisation by now. ALL HAIL OUR HOPPY OVERLORDS.
'Clayton The Lift Motor' was one of the less successful Thomas The Tank Engine spinoff characters.
Ooh, a hole in the floor! This looks like a wonderful and completely safe place to take a tripod selfie.
Tom Clancy's Scouser Cell®
Vintage Coke can on the manager's desk. Alas, some dirty thieving scoundrel has since taken this.
I honestly don't know if that light was still on, if it was just light hitting the button. CREEPY.
It'd need to be one hell of an emergency to make me go near that rusty fire escape.
Absolutely love the vintage signwriting on this. I've seen many doors, but this one is a particularly beautiful one. Which is good because it fails miserably at being a door, being rusted open and all.
More barrel porn. One day the highly evolved malt-based lifeforms contained therein will be released, ushering in a new golden age of peace and enlightenment.
750 gallons of paraffin! You can buy this stuff to treat constipation, with a typical dose being around 10ml. That means this one tank could treat nearly 350,000 constipated people. That's enough to loosen the bowels of 3/4 of the population of Liverpool.
The basement, which is now mildly flooded maybe an inch or two deep. Through the doorway in the distance is the stairs down to the sub-basement, which is underwater to roof level and frankly terrifying.
The last game of darts. I like the helpful 'dart board' label. Wouldn't want people chucking darts at the liquid paraffin tank now would we?
Up on the roof. This is open to the elements, and in a battle between Mother Nature and roof beams...Nature wins every time.
The view into town on a particularly rainy, miserable way.
This old fluorescent tube has a tiny flourishing ecosystem inside. Life always finds a way.
Some sort of office on the roof. 'Emergency Exit' in this case means 'if you use this exit, you're gonna have an emergency'
Well the floor handled my beer belly just fine, so I think we're good.
The obligatory lightswitch shot. Why do old switches always look so damned cool?
MYSTERY TREASURE CHEST!
What's inside? Tetanus.
Pretty big clock-in system. I guess a lot of people worked here back in the day.
The lift looks awesome from this angle, but the floor and ceiling have holes where holes are not meant to be. DANGER WILL ROBINSON
Check out my enormous shaft!
Dude, excellent!
Oh no this wasn't posed, totally casual...I just happened to be standing perfectly still for 12 seconds.
You know the elephant graveyard in The Lion King? This is the same thing but for spiders.
The ceiling panel once saw a picture of a stalactite and though 'ooh, I need to try that!'
SNITCHES GET SWITCHES
Tried ringing a number for 'discreet massage' and got an old lady in a nursing home. Always a risk.
MORE PICTURES AFTER THE JUMP!
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