In terms of travel, that is.
(NB: I wrote this over two days. If you come across a discontinuity anywhere, that’s why.)
On a more immediate note I started this yesterday (Monday), and it’s now Tuesday, late morning, and things are pretty scary. I just can’t function at all. I’m trying to finish this but it’s taken me hours to add a final couple of hundred words – I keep drifting off and my breathing is very poor. It’s not often my condition frightens me, but it does today. I might have said that – I know I typed it somewhere this morning – I’m just too exhausted to re-read this to try and find it. Apologies if it’s here twice.
Whiling away an idle half-hour, I’ve just been checking some train journeys.
Let’s say I wanted to go from Liverpool to – oh, let’s go to Bournemouth. There are two choices – 1 change at £93.50, or 2 changes at £49.35. The first would be very difficult for a fit person. For a disabled person it’s impossible. The second is simply impossible for anyone. Rail travel, quite simply, sucks.
Let’s take the 1-stopper. You change at Birmingham New Street which, as stations go, is not a fun place to be. You have Continue reading
Don’t blame the system for winter travel chaos, just stay put, says Simon Jenkins at the Guardian. He also offers other gems, such as:-
“Live and shop within walking distance of civilisation.” And don’t travel at all, to briefly sum-up the subsequent, somewhat bad-tempered, paragraph.
Let’s take living and shopping first. My nearest shops of any consequence are 4 miles away – that used to be walking distance, it’s not any more. Local shops are perhaps ¾ of a mile away, at the top of a steep and, of late, very icy hill. That, too, is no longer within walking distance.
It’s all very well for some bugger who Continue reading
This is a sequel to yesterday’s post.
The best advice I can give you is to avoid “disabled” clothing at all costs – it’s crap. Do what I do and buy your warm and waterproof clothing from people who specialise in such stuff – stores that cater to the backpacking and hillwalking community.
I get most of my stuff here .
One of the pleasures of using a scooter or powerchair (PC to save typing), in the summer is trundling around in the sunshine, but this being Britain, the focus should be on the cold and wet.
Let me tell you about a winter journey I made about 18 years ago, on my first scooter. I had a hospital appointment, but the hospital was 6 miles away and I had no idea what buses, if any, went there and, for some reason, the thought of getting a taxi just didn’t occur to me, but using my scooter did. That it was capable of making the round trip I had Continue reading
Well, crunch time has finally arrived – I’m housebound too much of the time now (it’s getting increasingly hard to walk at all), so I have to get a mobility scooter or a powerchair before I go down with cabin fever.
What finally decided me was that I felt too ill to go out yesterday, so I asked the pharmacy to deliver a prescription – they’re only a few minutes away by car and, anyway, they’re here every day delivering to other people. They never Continue reading