Stoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire: I need willpower and adaptations to venture outside, but the lush green graveyard rewards me handsomely
I have a confession to make: I’m usually a fair weather nature lover. Sitting down as I always am, in my wheelchair or on my scooter, I’m soon sitting in a puddle. Rain picks on me more brutally than anyone else, I swear. Add in my body’s painful response to a drop in temperature and you get the picture.
Bad weather has long meant misery to me, but as I stare wistfully out of the window at another damp autumn day, conscious of the long indoor months ahead, I feel a pull of new resolve. The rest of my life involves clever adaptations, so why not find one for this too? I want everything nature has to offer. I want to share in all her changing, all her faces.
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