An open space with a large blue steel beam across the middle and a smaller red beam bolted to it at right-angles supporting the floor above. Along one wall is a series of electrical wiring and a clock is above the open door

Letting the (brick) dust settle – Part 2: The design

As mentioned in last week’s post, over the next few weeks I’d like to showcase some of the elements of our new kitchen design that will hopefully ensure the space remains suitable long after the decline in my sight reaches its inevitable conclusion. going to focus on the actual kitchen layout. It goes without saying …

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Exposed ceiling joists being held up by acrow support posts with a broken wall to the side

Letting the (brick) dust settle – An introduction into accessible kitchen design

When talking about modifying a space to make it more accessible, one typically conjures up images of a clinical, functional space littered with those chunky white plastic grab handles like someone has just finished kitting out a nursing home and have a job lot of handles left over! But if TV shows like DIY SOS …

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Chris is stood, leaning against a railing with Cardiff Bay behind and the sun low in the sky.

From denial to acceptance: Coming to terms with disability

Originally posted in early December only a few weeks before discovering I was Severely Sight Impaired, this article discussed the various stages of grief that we go through after a traumatic event such as discovering you are losing your vision. Quick update - As my vision continues to deteriorate I am constantly readjusting and resetting …

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A railway bridge at Goring Gap, England crossing the River Thames

Coach D: How one missing carriage kicked off my long cane journey

This piece marked the start of me accepting the need for aids to make people aware of my limited vision. This talks about an incident on a Cross Country train from Southampton to Reading which, as a result, I decided to get myself a symbol cane (it's called Daisy and is always in my backpack). …

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