Victoria College CCF Y11 RN

For William, Before the Long Road There’s a stretch of road with your name on it, laced with gravel, dawnlight, and stubborn miles. It doesn’t know yet that it’s about to be walked by someone who laughs at blisters and calls exhaustion “just a phase.” Your boots will learn the language of distance, the slow grammar of step after step, where thoughts loosen, worries fall behind like quiet towns, and the horizon keeps daring you closer. You’ll pass fields that don’t care who you are, skies that change their mind every hour, and winds that test your balance just to see if you mean it. (You do.) There will be moments — a hill that feels personal, rain that arrives uninvited, that voice in your head that says “this is far enough.” Let it talk. Then walk anyway. Because somewhere between the ache and the rhythm of your breathing, you’ll remember you’ve done hard things before — and you are still the kind of person who keeps going. So go, William. Go meet the version of you waiting a few thousand steps from now — stronger in the legs, quieter in the mind, and carrying stories only long roads know how to tell. We’ll be here, cheering every mile you don’t even realize you’ve already conquered.

This is for will price.