A further road to travel.

Can you smell the subtle banana scented perfume of the gorse, just flowering.

April in Andalucia. The broad teeth of the ‘fear defenders’ bite at a road that has to be ridden. That switch-backs down this mountainside which leads onward to the misty further ranges.

A moment on a mountainside of silence, and of enormous promise.

What will that road ahead show me, test me and gift me?