My home village. A lady stops me in the electric wheelchair and asks how to get one; she dreads her husband asking her to push him in the old wheelchair (16 years of Parkinson’s). My dad helps dry and dress me; I remember doing the same with Valentina and Sebastian. The garden where I took my first steps; now I get around it slowly with sticks. Lunch with great people yesterday; one is doing arts & crafts with blind people with complex needs; the other is doing woodland work with troubled 14 year olds near Barnsley. Great neighbours and friends. Visit Ian’s house; Noodles the cat drags her back legs around after her (I understand); Ian will be back soon from HMP. St Everilda’s Church is a favourite place. Sitting in the warm sun as a robin flutters about. Could last forever!