Mike Packwood

In 2008 we decided to go to MotoGP at Leguna Seca, Califiornia. Having decided to put the race into the middle of a two week holiday we booked tickets there and back, rented a car and decided to wing it motel to motel from our start finish/point in San Fransisco. I've never been to San Fransisco before, but Luisa used to live there and had been on loads of other occasions, so knew here way around. All of these pictures follow the circuit of the pacific coast that took us in no particular order to: the Pinacles national park, Hirst Castle, Monterray, Santa Cruz, Salanis, Capitola, Carmel (hello Clint), along Big Sur and back to SF. It was a brilliant MotoGP. Fo0r those of you who follow it, that was the year #46 took Stoner on the gravel at the corkscrew.

I had the opportunity to live and work in Liverpool for 4 years. Like you I've heard all the jokes, remember it featuring on the news throughout the strike torn 70's for all of the wrong reasons and as a follower of LFC marvelled at the football team of the 70's and 80's. So the opportunity to live there was not to be missed., All the stereotypes are more or less true, but in their own place they're brilliant people and it's a hugely compelling city which challenges you to dig a bit deeper, get under its skin and get to know the better. The revamped and impressive centre remains only 1 mile from poverty. New buildings sit uncomfortably beside those that have been derelict for decades. Many areas are a terrible mish mash of Victoriana, 60's failed regeneration and swathes of cleared land for which no new purpose has ever been found. It has beauty and despair rubbing shoulders with one another, the glue of two iconic footballs teams and a proud and justifiable