The trail of butterflies towards Pougham

Have you ever cycled and a trail of white butterflies fly right towards your front wheel and then back to your rear wheel and continue playing on towards the front again? And, they continue to do this for more than 3 minutes?

And imagine this, your surroundings are lush green limestone hills, the road is rugged brown, and the place you’re going to is a blue lagoon.

Does Paradise exist?

You can even do volunteer work there.

I’ll race you to that place!