Heading North

Five hours with luggage, friends and family cramped by your side, through trees and traffic and roads we ride. Never too long and never too far to get to my special place, over to the caravan park we race. And the glistening sea, oh, what a place to be. To the cafe, along the radiant bay, to the golf course where we spent most, exploring through the coast. Nothing felt better than a beach bonfire, with the crackle of the sparks flying higher and higher, with sunsets floating alight in the vivid air, a place where my worries are set free, nothing to stress, nowhere to be.