I could always see the ships from my bedroom window. And New Year the sound of Ships Hooters and Sirens, New Year has never been the same.
My father who was also a dockie took me down the docks one day and on board the Chusan P.O. Liner. A boy hood experience never forgotten I could also name all the shipping lines by their funnels. When I was 19 I joined the West Ham Fire Brigade based at Silvertown Fire Station in the early sixties and as a raw recruit had to name all the dock gates and where they were and when they were open. What memories this book has invoked in me again now I am 71 years old.