It has happened, at last, and I feel very proud of myself.
The cynics said I could never manage it. The professionals said it was time to accept a new base line.
But, with the help of a neurophysiotherapist, my long-suffering and tired wife, and my own pig-headedness, I have managed to walk in the woods again with just my sticks for support.
I’ve been doing it for a week now, every afternoon, wearing walking boots to give my ankles some support, and yesterday was the first time I managed to do the full circuit.
So now, the routine is . . . long ‘walk’ for Ruby in the morning, using my electric scooter. Today we went up the Kirklees Way from Tunnel End to Berry Greave, a walk that was challenging for the scooter, rough underfoot and steep gradients, but beautiful in the spring sunshine. It used a lot of battery, but it was downhill all the way to the canal, so we made it home.
Photographs will be taken . . . to act as proof . . . just as soon as I’ve located my camera. It is lurking somewhere in the house, and I can’t find it. Is this blindness or old age?
It’s probably just being a man!