Spaghetti Junction, Gravelly Hill Interchange, November 2025

Why am I so fascinated with Spaghetti Junction? Perhaps it’s the way the urban landscape blends nature with man-made geometry, or the history embedded within the structure. In an alternative life, I imagine myself travelling the motorway system, passing along the M6 and then indicating to join the Aston Expressway into Birmingham. Yet during such journeys in the car, I rarely think about what lies beneath these roads.

Spaghetti Junction, Gravelly Hill  Interchange, November 2025
The look of an unfinished cathedral within Salford Circus.
Spaghetti Junction, Gravelly Hill Interchange, November 2025
Movement in the underpass.

Under the concrete pillars that support the motorway network, the space resembles an incomplete cathedral, a place to worship the industry of construction workers, accompanied by the hymns of thundering traffic overhead. Cars and lorries make their presence known through constant noise and vibration. In contrast, the quiet canal network predates the junction. Around the concrete pillars, flows the River Tame and the still waters of Salford Reservoir reflect the motorway traffic. A train line also cuts through the area, all converging at what we know as Spaghetti Junction, or more formally the Gravelly Hill Interchange. The regimented concrete pillars and the patterns created by the elevated roads provide endless photographic opportunities. Inspiration is everywhere.

Spaghetti Junction, Gravelly Hill  Interchange, November 2025
Waiting for the World Cup draw.
Spaghetti Junction, Gravelly Hill  Interchange, November 2025
So that is where the channel changer is.
Spaghetti Junction, Gravelly Hill  Interchange, November 2025
Careful where you tred.
Spaghetti Junction, Gravelly Hill Interchange, November 2025
Cycling along the arches.
Spaghetti Junction, Gravelly Hill Interchange, November 2025
Watch out for the cyclists as they speed along the towpaths.

Back in July, I visited Spaghetti Junction with a group of photographers. One of the highlights of any trip beneath the M6 is the artwork of Bill Drummond. Formerly of the KLF and now a recognised artist, Drummond has been regularly posting his work on a particular wall near the heart of the junction. I was surprised to find the artwork wall completely white. In the photo I took, one of the few pedestrians we encountered beneath Spaghetti Junction walks past the empty space. Although I was disappointed not to capture any of Drummond’s artwork, I’m intrigued to see what reappears here in the coming weeks.

Spaghetti Junction, Gravelly Hill  Interchange, November 2025
Surveying a white wall at the iconic graffiti site under the M6.

This Spaghetti visit started with a request from a fellow photographer Nicky who knew a photographer friend who had never been to the area before. I agreed to be involved in planning such a walk and enjoyed visiting the place again. John Waine was the visiting photographer and his work is outstanding. Follow the link to see more of his work. If anyone who reads this blog and wishes to visit what lies beneath the motorway then please contact me. Depending on timing and commitments, I will be happy to show them around.

Spaghetti Junction, Gravelly Hill Interchange, November 2025
Construction workers on a break.
Spaghetti Junction, Gravelly Hill Interchange, November 2025
Abandoned trailer.
Spaghetti Junction, Gravelly Hill Interchange, November 2025
Best seat in the Junction.
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This has to be posted as it is one of the classic views of the walk along the canal underneath the Junction.

Finally here is an account my last visit under the Interchange and the blog includes links of previous visits.

Signs on the HS2 path, 16 Acre Wood, Berkswell, November 2025.

Everywhere I look, there are signs.  There are warning signs, diversion signs, public right of way signs. They puncture the landscape, each one a reminder that HS2 is reshaping the countryside in ways both visible and invisible.

HS2 make sure you stay with the official footpath.
HS2 make sure you stay on the official footpath.

Since my last visit, the HS2 works have progressed. The path where the trains will run is now clearly defined, bridges have risen across the fields, and yet the disruption continues. Earthmovers, fences, and machinery still dominate what was once quiet farmland and woodland.

Signs on the HS2 path, 16 Acre Wood, Berkswell, November 2025.
One of the major bridges on this part of the HS2 track. A sign indicates where to go.
The HS2 path, 16 Acre Wood, Berkswell, November 2025.
Concrete pipes ready to be laid.
The HS2 path, 16 Acre Wood, Berkswell, November 2025.
Metal fences protect the HS2 works.

As I walked along the public path, I met Tony and Louise, out for a weekend stroll. We chatted about the project.  Tony focussed on the endless metal fencing, the slow pace of construction, and the sense that someone, somewhere, must be profiting handsomely from all this upheaval. Then Bill passed by, shaking his head. He said that HS2 was β€œDisastrous for the countryside.” He told me how he’d recently brought his daughter to see the area near Sixteen Acre Wood, and how shocked she had been by the scale of the destruction.

The HS2 path, 16 Acre Wood, Berkswell, November 2025.
Tony and Louise pictured by the steel HS2 fences.
The HS2 path, 16 Acre Wood, Berkswell, November 2025.
Bill looking out on HS2 path that has destroyed the farmers field.

What strikes me most, though, is the sheer number of signs. They seem to compete with the landscape itself for attention. The public path winds past a tired-looking environmental pond.  Then further down there is the original pond still clinging to its place amid the diggers and debris. The woodland here is sparse.  Trees have been toppled, stripped back and scarred, but still they hang on waiting for the construction to finish.

The HS2 path, 16 Acre Wood, Berkswell, November 2025.
Pedestrian lights control the construction traffic.
The HS2 path, 16 Acre Wood, Berkswell, November 2025.
Beware heavy plants.
The HS2 path, 16 Acre Wood, Berkswell, November 2025.
A new pond is out of bounds.

Walking across the path of the future train tracks.Β Β I took in the scene.Β Β The HS2 line is still dirt for now, awaiting concrete and steel. Machinery parts, pipes, fencing, and plastic weights litter the area. It is difficult to imagine what this place will look like when everything is complete.Β Β Will nature ever fully reclaim it?

The HS2 path, 16 Acre Wood, Berkswell, November 2025.
The high speed train track is just dirt and compacted soil. The tracks await.

Tony asked me what I thought of it all. His question caught me off guard. The truth is, I am somewhere in the middle rather like the metal fence that separates one side from the other. I am dismayed at how easily nature is cast aside, yet I cannot deny the appeal of improved transport and connectivity. Still, the pace and the cost weigh heavily on any sense of progress.

The HS2 path, 16 Acre Wood, Berkswell, November 2025.
An autumnal path leads to the HS2 works.
The HS2 path, 16 Acre Wood, Berkswell, November 2025.
A bleaker path takes you over the HS2 track.

Searching the internet, I came across a photograph online by Robin Stott titledΒ β€œA Family Walk by Sixteen Acre Wood” .

A family walk by 16 Acre Wood by Β© Copyright Robin Stott
A family walk by 16 Acre Wood by Β© Copyright Robin Stott

Taken in 2011, it shows a dark, dense woodland.  The scene is peaceful and the field is ploughed ready for planting. This is an image from another age.

Progress, it seems, may be efficient but it is rarely kind.

This is the latest in a long line of Blogs about the HS2 construction taking place around 16 Acre Wood near Berkswell. If you found this interesting then please read my last blog which will then lead you along to all the others on this subject.