(20-05-2020, 06:02 PM)koala27 Wrote: 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:

Just to add that the old shed used to be the station where trains from London Euston etc, brought the liner passengers down to the docks, ready for boarding to the US and far flung places.  The tunnel is at Edge Hill station and is still in situ.  When the station finally closed circa '72 (a troop train was one of the last to use the station) it fell into disuse.  Amazing no-one used to get panes of glass crashing down on them!