It's funny how my memory works, some things have faded and others are crystal clear. I have a very clear memory of the journey up north. Driving rain, bad visibility, untrustworthy brakes and the need to keep up with the rest of the group. One of the longest and most harrowing rides I ever made - clearly I'm a soft fair weather biker.

To my great surprise I/we made it intact. The journey to the docks through Liverpool was not a glorious one. A grey soggy journey through the back streets ended when we joined the queue of bikers in some run down sheds. I'm assuming that the queue for the ferry is a bit more upmarket now? At the time it seemed pretty grotty.

As an indication how much it had been raining, the camera lens was still soggy for the first shot:



The others are a bit clearer: