Paul stopped at the turn in the road, he dismounted his bike. He shielded his eyes as he looked across the valley, the sun low in the sky almost blinding.

Things are turning he thought to himself. Not only weather wise, from Autumn to Winter but also from frosty gently rolling hills and fields to steep stark snow covered mountains.

Where was this journey taking him. He had been traveling for eighteen months now and how his life had changed. He had met so many amazing people along the way.

They had all given him food for thought and he too had u

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