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A seven-hour stretch across three hundred miles of motorway I had a very hard time trusting a coach driver The temperature dropped below seven degrees as the bright blue sky changed to a gorgeous cascade of pink We do not normally experience these scenes in our everyday life They are for the traveller's eyes
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 5:46 AM UTC
Driving Home For Christmas
A seven-hour stretch across three hundred miles of motorway I had a very hard time trusting a coach driver The temperature dropped below seven degrees as the bright blue sky changed to a gorgeous cascade of pink We do not normally experience these scenes in our everyday life They are for the traveller's eyes
katy-souse
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 5:46 AM UTC
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