Independent motion – can you help?

What would you give to make a dream come true if you woke to find yourself living a nightmare?

What would you feel if you could never again walk on a beach? Or go out alone in the snow…feel the stillness of a wood or cross a field?

And then, you found a way…

In 2009, my son was a successful young man with a bright future… until he was stabbed through the brain in an unprovoked attack and left for dead in an alley.

He was found almost immediately by passers-by who saved his life. By the time we arrived at the hospital, Nick was being prepared for emergency brain surgery. We were allowed to see him, for a few minutes, to say goodbye. He was not expected to survive…

Over the past couple of years, many in the blogging community have come to know my son and know that survive he did, defying all the odds and going on to achieve wonderful things in spite of the physical challenges with which he lives. You may remember the magic of May Day. Or perhaps his skydive… the London to Brighton cycle ride… or the Triathlon, all of which raised thousands of pounds for charity.

Some of you follow Nick’s blog and, though he has been quiet recently, will have read about the reasons for that as he prepares for the biggest adventure yet, doing the impossible once again and proving that ‘impossible’  really isn’t, if you set your mind and heart to something.

One of the biggest problems for Nick going travelling is getting around. As he cannot see well enough to drive a car and cannot walk, he has to use a wheelchair. The trike allows Nick to get out and about, but it is specialist equipment (he’s been waiting all summer for parts to fix it) and too big to transport. He is also limited to decent road surfaces. He cannot self-propel in a normal wheelchair (except in circles) because of the reduced mobility and coordination down his entire right side, so he has to use a large and heavy electric wheelchair that causes many transport problems, can break down and means carrying heavy chargers and batteries that airlines don’t like. And it can’t manage a small step or a high kerb. This has been the biggest sticking point and looked set to prevent his dream from coming true. The only other alternative has been a manual wheelchair and someone to push it.

Until we came across the Mountain Trike.


He hired one to try it out. This is a serious piece of kit… a cross between a mountain bike and a wheelchair, it can go off-road and up mountains. It can handle sandy beaches, ford streams and cope with muddy tracks and cobbles. And it is a manual wheelchair with an innovative propulsion system that Nick can use, even with reduced mobility. It doesn’t need batteries, can be fixed by most bike shops in an emergency and, crucially, doesn’t need anyone to push it. He can go out into the wild places alone for the very first time in seven and a half years.

It even has a luggage rack.

Nick is giving all he has to fund his dream of travelling. I have set up a Go Fund Me page for him to try to raise the cost of buying the Mountain Trike. It will change his world and open the world to him.

You can visit the campaign page HERE and read the full story.

Please help if you can, by donating if you can or, if you can’t…and not everyone can… by sharing his story and the campaign.

Thank you.

If you have any difficulty donating via the campaign page, please contact me at


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Ice #midnighthaiku


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Thursday photo prompt – Violet sky #writephoto


This is just so beautiful. Thanks Sue for another gem of inspiration.

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V ibrant in its intensity,
I ndigo blends from pink-tinged blue to darkest purple,
O bliterating the final embers of the sun
L ining the route of a glazed highway,
E liminating day as it merges into night
T ransporting from one world to another
S eeking refuge within the light
K eeping vigil over our fears,
Y earning for a bright tomorrow.

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A horseshoe nail

From the archives:

Horse's eye

For want of a nail the shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe the horse was lost.
For want of a horse the rider was lost.
For want of a rider the message was lost.
For want of a message the battle was lost.
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.

That old rhyme has a lot to say. It is usually interpreted as being an admonition to pay attention to the small details from which cascade larger events and possibilities. The implication is that if a small thing is overlooked through lack of attention or laziness, then we may wreak havoc with the outcome of whatever we attempt… either individually or in the larger arena of life.

I thought of this rhyme after a comment was made about the pointlessness of an individual life. It reminded me of conversations with my sons when they were younger, where we established that without their presence in the world, it would not just be my life, but the whole of existence that would be changed. Ineradicably altered. What if we are the horseshoe nail?

I remember discussing with them the effects of their subtraction from existence. All the ‘what ifs’ that shower from that point of erasure. If they were not, then perhaps ten generations in the future the man who changes the fate of the planet would not be born, the cure for cancer not found… how can we tell? The branches of any family tree spread wide and in only a few generations its scions may be far from the original root. Were any one of us subtracted from the great mosaic of life it would not only change the world now, but for all the future yet to come.

Which is all very well, and theoretically interesting, but that doesn’t help the person sitting alone, day after day and wondering why they cling to a life that may seem to be without meaning.

Yet who can know how much difference a single life may make? We don’t always know how our friends really feel, as most have a public face that can hide a great deal and the word of affection, that bit of care, might be more meaningful that we can see. We cannot tell if a casual word of praise or encouragement, a much-needed shoulder or a friendly smile may change the day for another. Nor can we know how hard that day has been, or how many other hard days have preceded it… how tired, lonely, desperate or despairing a stranger may feel. There is no feedback, no report card that says, ‘you saved a life today’… yet it may be true. We can never know.

Even the apparently negative actions of others may be the catalyst for change, the tipping point that galvanises us to address injustice, learn empathy and compassion… so many possibilities flower from each moment and each life and we gather our own lives from that garden.

The life we share is a shared life, the actions of each of us cascade like a domino race across the face of time. Every life has its place, its purpose and its value. Even if we cannot always see it.

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Violet Sky- #writephoto #PoetryPrompt


violet sky


In the Eternal Flame of Twilight
Enchantment Sings in Violet hues;
Shifting her Sweetest temperament
As her crimson regalia Dances
And the velvet textures of night Tenderly Imbue.


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Here be ‘Hobbits’…

Stuart France


‘Grey Hobbits’ are still often to be seen in these parts for those with an eye and copious amounts of patience.



They have developed a penchant for photographing light anomalies in the atmosphere…

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For Elusive Trope’s Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge.

A wild moon

Wanders the night,

Frost in its souls

Softly shining.

Dawn, bright spirit

And colour roses

With quiet peace

And I will follow

Your path

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Wake up, turn on, tune in… by Stuart France


To find a stone laid by the Snake of Steel City,

Before the Lowly-Ladies House,

Beyond a Blood-Baked Bridge,

From a rise leading out,

High, upon a ridge…


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