Crane Rides at M Shed from Wednesday 1st to Sunday 12th August 2018
Posted on: 31 Jul 2018M Shed in Bristol is giving you the chance to take part in what has to be one of the most exciting events of the summer - a ride in an actual working electric crane and the fabulous Fairbairn steam crane on the city's historic dockside.
Yep, from Wednesday 1st to Sunday 12th August 2018, one of the venue's largest and most impressive exhibits will shed light on the crucial role they played in the bustling, working life of the city's harbourside.
Hop inside an electric steam crane cabin - one of the most vivid, iconic landmarks on the docks, which link to the city's trading peak in the 1950s. The existing ones on the dockside are actually remaining survivors of eight situated on the quayside and of over 40 which were located on the docks in the 1950s.
The Fairbairn steam crane will also be up for exploration too, with the opportunity to climb inside the engine house of a crane that is the oldest surviving exhibit of its kind in Britain and a scheduled ancient monument. Built in 1878 by Victorian engineer William Fairbairn, you'll be able to see the boiler and crane operating in what was one of the most efficient cranes of its day.
You can buy tickets on board on the day. Electric cranes cost £2 and the Fairbairn steam crane is free, though donations are welcome. Trips will last approximately 20 minutes. Other dates for the crane rides also include 18th-19th August, 1st-2nd September and 29th-30th September.
To take part in this thrilling crane-based Bristol adventure and explore and understand these incredible feats of engineering that now form part of the city's legendary harbourside, head here.
M Shed is located at Princes Wharf, Wapping Road, Bristol, BS14RN. Tel. 0117 352 6600
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