As the journey begins, the clouds thicken
Broken hearted and grief stricken
Saying goodbye to the friends you've made
Recovering from the pints you've slayed
Bag on your back your all done and packed.
Driving through the grass meadows of France
Desperate to have that last glance
Boarding the train to go back home
Destined for you personal dome
All is done the trip is over, as you reach the white cliffs of Dover
The weather is miserable and oh so dismal
But as you scroll through your pictures, your mood is changed to something more cheerful
