Hey there my Angel. It’s not surprising that today dawned with grey wet skies, given where we are, and what we’ve done. It’s been 40 weeks since your tired body finally said goodbye and today we brought you home. Actually we brought you home 🇿🇦 a little over a week ago. You had been sitting … More Another Farewell
It’s a little after 6 on the morning, a mere 4 days away from our return to France. Nearing the end of winter here, I can hear hadeda’s yacking to each other across the neighbours lawn, and the nip in the air is reminiscent of autumn in October back home. My head is restless, part … More August Love.
How do real disabled people do this travel thing, because after spending 72 hours in Cape Town, trying to ‘tourist’ I have come home feeling pretty much unaccomplished and laden with concerns if we’re ever going to really enjoy family travel again. Well, okay. Yes. That statement comes across as overdramatic, but for real- I … More Notes from behind the wheelchair in Cape Town, and Much More.
One of the downsides to being home on medical recoup is that my ability to tumble down social media rabbit holes has increased. Up until this week, I have been somewhat cautious with the mundane day-to-day chores I perform. My claim to not be able to wield a vacuum cleaner lasted a week, but I … More February
From the deck of the Coves cottage, we can sit and watch whales playing in the distant water. Spumes of water forced into the air, followed by a breaching shadow and then a splash as she or he crashes back into the blue waters. Either Southern Right or Humpback Whales, we learn that in our … More A Whale Tale
Pinot, Bretzels, and Cathedrals 