Left Camp In Sun

We left camp with sun in our eyes, wind in our hair,
The first destination of the day was in the mountains, way up there,
Winding roads slithered up the granite right to the summit,
On the top of Torre the bikes took us without worry of plummet,
Down the otherside trying not to cook the brakes,
While carrying the food we bought on top, cakes,
A couple of hours later we arrive in a municipal camp,
No toilet roll, but some washing machines and nice lamp,
Thunder and lightning in the distance plus a few spots of rain,
Let’s hope the weather holds, we don’t want a repeat of Spain.