THE JOY OF CYCLING Nothing matters, Faster, Faster, I pedal away, To a bright new day. Gives me wings to fly, Every terrain I want to try, Also chase the blue sky. With the fresh open air, As it messes with my hair, I cycle everywhere, In the woods, on a street or cycle track, Here, there and back, Up the hill I huff and puff, Going up is tough. Oh, what freedom! Like the joy of stardom, My mind crystal clear, Lots I discover as my bike I steer. Round and round the wheels go, In the sun, rain or snow, Every moment I relish, Never to end I wish. Keep Cycling, Dear Brother xxxx

Thank you for setting up this memorial to Paul. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.