'Are you scared?' someone asked. 'Not in the least' was my reply. I'm not a cowardy custard but a seasoned, brave soul who's been under the knife a few times in the years since Louis was reluctantly forced into the big wide world by way of a Caesarian section. I've got plenty of the medical equivalent of battle scars now. No, I'm just relieved that the end of being restricted from a mobility point of view is in sight. Sure, there's a difficult couple of months ahead whilst I recuperate but I reckon that enough mates will be around to help keep my spirits up.
I thought that this should be a hopeful post so to spur me on to greater things. So here's a list of some of the things that I'd like to do before the year is out.
- I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike! It's something that I've loved since childhood and I want to be able to bring out my inner ten year old by whizzing down the hill from the next village again.
- What I'd also really like to do is step up the number of miles that I can hike. I hope it's not too optimistic to think a night under the stars in the middle of nowhere in a backpacking tent could be on the cards
- Parking the motorhome on the Exmouth seafront car park and taking the water taxi to the River Exe Cafe for a fishy supper would be a brilliant treat.
- Further afield I'm imagining a trip across the Channel to get a few days of isolation at my favourite beachside aire at Ster Greich is entirely feasible.
- Or how about a minibreak and actually getting into the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona this time?
- Surely a festival or two is on the cards as well. Chagstock is a given but surely there might be others? Glas-Denbury is cheap and local so could be one that's up our street.
- I'm looking forward to runs out in my new. mean, green Czech built machine.
- After school swims on the River Dart beckon.
- And I just wonder if my newly reconstructed knee could cope with being knelt on once again if I plan another meditation retreat.
Keep your body parts crossed for me!