Today we visited Abbotsbury about 10 miles away. There is a swan sanctuary which we last visited when the boys were around four. We wandered around for about an hour, Rasa drove the wheelchair most of the time, leaving me to do the fine tuning once we had stopped somewhere. After a picnic lunch we drove another couple of miles to Chessil Beach. This is a shingle beach with a ridge running along its length. Conveniently there is a boardwalk running up to the top of the ridge although it didn't extend far enough for me to see the water's edge where the boys were playing.
As I sat there I thought how this represented the best and worst type of activity similtaneously. I can enjoy the sea breeze and sunshine as much as everyone else, an experience unspoilt by MND
But I am unable to participate in the most enjoyable holiday pastimes, an experience completely wrecked by MND. Which one you focus on is a good indicator of ones frame of mind. To rub salt in, my excellent view of the car park all afternoon had afforded me a great view of a TVR Tuscan just in case I had forgotten another enjoyable activity.
After a while everyone came back up to where I had been sitting and we stayed another hour before leaving. .
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