Swimming in the wild

Wild swimming seems to have become a thing (of course, back when we were kids, we just called it swimming). Growing up on Dartmoor, my sister and I spent large amounts of time building dams…

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On a lake, with a paddle

The sky darkened ominously and the first spatters of rain hit the ground with a violence that marked the approaching storm. In less than twelve hours time I would be floating in the middle of…

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This Girl Can’t

If you were to view illness and injury solely through the lens of the media, you would assume that the sick and injured are ‘brave’, ‘fighters’, ‘determined’ and ultimately inspirational through our stoical refusal to…

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Into the deep (part one)

On the 22nd January, 2014, I sat in a winch as I was lowered helplessly into a hydrotherapy pool. Three months after the accident, I had just moved from a wheelchair to a walking frame…

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Who needs an ankle bend?

Let’s face it, no-one would volunteer to have an ankle fusion unless they had pretty much exhausted all other options. It really is the last resort of operations, and once performed is irreversible  The operation…

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