We survived Death Valley!
Our early start puts me straight in to the gutter
In which John goes down on one knee
The landscape is changing – the mountains and the valleys have changed to rolling hills and big skies, skies that remind us of home.
From chaos to peace
It’s sunshine and olive groves all the way
The rain stops and my shoulders forgive me.
My shoulders think they are dying
We keep our promise and adapt our strategy
It rains and I have the first gear fail