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.

You can also Pin Your Tweet to help get the word out too!

Thank you.

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


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Three Day, Three Quotes – day two


“It takes great deal of courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and still to love it.”
― Oscar Wilde, An Ideal Husband

Thanks to Kim Russell who included me in the Three Day, Three Quotes challenge. If they would like to participate, I would like to invite  Helen, Diana and Marilyn to join in.

Rules of the challenge:

  1. Three quotes over three days.
  2. Three nominees each day (no repetition).
  3. Thank the person who nominated you.
  4. Inform the nominees.
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(Thursday photo prompt) #writephoto: creature ~~ the hounds

First in this week….

My Frilly Freudian Slip

We all knew the hounds lived in the caves. Had for centuries. But well, new folk, city folk looking for a country commute, they don’t understand like we do.

Funny how they have cottages to buy cause our young folk head to live in the city. Don’t stay to keep up what’s been in family hands for generations. Sad tale since the Wars.

But at least the houses stand, children play, shops buzz, and villages don’t die like parishioners. Means there’s big roads and cars and trucks. But trains coming back to shuffle them city/country folks around.

But the hounds. Yes, thanks, I’ll take another pint. Yes, the hounds.  They thought them a nuisance – baying in the night, snuffling round their dooryards, glowing eyes peering in their windows.

Thought it twas local lads having a romp, making fun, you know, of the newbies, the townies. Or slovenly country folks…

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Thursday photo prompt – Creature #writephoto


As this week will take us to Halloween, I’ve chosen a genuinely spooky photograph. This black creature with glowing eyes was captured on  camera when we visited an ancient mine a few days ago…

Use the image to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 2nd November and link back to this post with a pingback. Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of this post.

Don’t forget to use the #writephoto hashtag in your title so your posts can be found on Twitter.


You can find all last week’s entries in the round-up. Please visit and read the stories and poems and explore the sites of their writers.

The first  posts will feature on the blog during the week and all posts will be included in a round up on Thursday 3rd November.

Feel free to use #writephoto logo or include the prompt photo in your post if you wish or you can replace it with one of your own to illustrate your work.

Have fun!

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Photo prompt round-up: Violet Sky #writephoto

The photograph for this week’s prompt was taken one rainy morning at dawn on my way to work. It is for moments like these that I carry the camera.


Violent Sky

Dark conflagration
Aerial Armageddon
The earth held in thrall
Its golden heart comforts me
And is itself reflected

There have been some beautiful pieces and some really great stories this week. My apologies if comments were sparse due to travelling again… I have reblogged as many as I could. Please click on the links below to visit all the posts and leave a comment for the author! A new prompt will be published later today…come and join in!

The vagaries of WordPress mean that occasionally a pingback won’t get through. If you have written a piece for this week’s challenge and it does not appear below, please leave a link in the comments and I will add it to the list.


Many thanks to this weeks contributors:

Morgan from booknvolume


Kim at Writing in North Norfolk

Ritu Bhathal at But I Smile Anyway

Two on a Rant

D. Wallace Peach at Myths of the Mirror


Jane Dougherty Writes…

…and writes again

Michael from Morpeth Road

My Frilly Freudian Slip

Lady Lee Manila

Ken at rivrvlogr

Stutter-Stepping Heart

Hayley at The Story Files

Sri Sudha K at Naa Prapancham, My World

Nato from Chasing Life and Finding Dreams

Geoff Le Pard at Tangental

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The Unseen Sea – 12: A Passion for Perfection

The Silent Eye


Part Twelve of The Unseen Sea

Maria is calmer, now, after their confrontation. The rawness of such encounters is draining, her father knows. Like all deeply personal interactions, they uncover forces deep within the psyche, the self. The advantage is that they still that psyche – the personality – for long enough to allow some real healing to occur. Real healing, in his world, lies not in something originating within the mind–something we can engineer as though finding our way through a fog–but by the connection of our everyday existence with something vast that we have forgotten…

And that lies, hidden, below the personality; a personality that, in us all, is the strongest force we will ever encounter…

“You… we… can’t control every aspect of her young life.” he says, gently, hugging his daughter, who, initially, resists, then slides into the warmth of his embrace, remembering, in that warmth, her…

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Meeting by moonlight…


It was already pitch black when we arrived. The full moon sailed high behind the clouds, silvering their edges, yet hiding its face. We were armed, the four of us, ready for the assault and could hear the distant murmur of the crowd  that was already gathering. It had been a long day and would be a long night. There had been stone circles, sacred hills and copious sheepage… but now we had work to do.

“Should we call on them, do you think?” I nodded towards the mellow stones hidden within a grove of trees. Vague and shadowy forms moved stealthily in the night. Few are privy to the whereabouts of this secret location, but we had been granted access long ago.

“They’ll be too busy…” He was probably right. Their preparations are long and arduous and the night of this particular moon is the defining point of their year. We walked quietly down the darkened path, careful of the guardian stone that marks the way. Even so, we were drawn into the glimmering light that seeped from the hidden door… and Charles James Fox stood before us.


As soon as you stand in the presence of Charles James Fox you can sense the mystery…and you know that magic is afoot. We were greeted… welcomed… and given the robes of our office…vivid and luminescent, they were, emblazoned with the mask of a Fox. Into our hands were placed accoutrements… and the strange tomes that hold The Legend. For, on this one night, we were to be entrusted with the guardianship of the dancing ground where a battle of Light against Darkness was soon to commence…and also make The Legend available, at a price, to those who knew it not.

We launched ourselves upon the milling throng of humanity, brandishing The Legend before their eyes and calling to them in the dark… and nineteen times did we receive their coin in exchange for knowledge. And then…. the moon shed its cloak of clouds, a flare lit the night…and the drums began…



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Seeking the Hermit…by Stuart France


“Should be over by the crags.”



“Look more like Hags to me.”



“But Hags are usually at barrows.”

Continue reading here

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