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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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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It’s like riding a bike…

Before this most recent operation, my restricted knee bend prevented me from riding a bike; the saddle height needed to enable a full rotation of the pedals would have made riding a penny farthing look comfortable.

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