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Resilience: The unique way we all adapt to change

There is this common misconception that people “on the spectrum”, especially children, lack the emotional intelligence for empathy. This couldn’t be further from the truth, and I honestly believe the sooner these silly and insulting assumptions are put to bed, the better. Before I go on, can we also confine the term “on the spectrum” …

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Delivering sardines, turkey and icicles the blind way this Christmas

Sat on the window seat of this 13th century house we rented for the weekend, I have time to watch as the world goes on around me. Chester is curled up on the bench beside me, his head rested on a soft cushion, Oswald is sprawled out on the floor under the enormous dining table …

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Flight Free part 4: Selfies in Paris

Waking up in Nice on a bright late summer morning, we could hear the pedestrians ambling around on the streets below going about their Saturday morning routine. We had a relatively tight schedule to get to the station for our late-morning train and the most important task on the list was opening birthday presents. It’s …

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Flight Free part 3: The Train of Monte Cinto

Quite often as a holiday gets close to an end and you begin getting your things ready for the trip home, there is that sense of melancholy that tomorrow you will be back home and the holiday will soon be a distant memory. Not this time, as we had our final swim in the rooftop …

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Musings from a Blind Man: Blind Grillin’

There’s nothing like a warm Saturday afternoon to take advantage of sitting outside (albeit wearing a thick hoodie to combat the chill) with some music in the background and a large joint of pork smoking on the grill. Slowly cooking a side of meat takes a lot of time and patience and it is the …

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Van life: Can this blind petrol head really be happy in the slow lane?

If someone had told me 6 months ago that I would be sat outside my 20+ year-old camper van at 8 o’clock on a rainy Sunday morning in early Spring looking out at the Brecon Beacons. I’d have laughed in their face. But, here I am, pen in hand, legs wrapped in a blanket and …

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The sun reflecting off the open sea between Nine Wells and Solva, Penbrokeshire. The cloudless sky is bright blue and the sea is still, the sun is making a channel, reflecting off the water, in towards the coastline, breaking only around scatter rocks just off the shoreline which curves around in the distance on the right-hand side of the image

The bitterest pill – How one blind bloke is coming to accept his limitations

It’s a bittersweet time as I sit at the dining table of our holiday rental in a secluded area of the South Wales coastline, not far from the city of St. David’s. It’s Easter Sunday and we’ve just got back from a very wet and windy walk around the headland. The reason we’ve come to …

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Cracked leather and straight sixes, a boyhood dream

Originally written during a summer holiday, this is one of my favourite pieces talking about the impact of being told I no longer had the vision to be able to drive First published: 23 August 2021 It’s a sunny Sunday evening in mid-summer and I’m sat with my brother-in-law outside the village pub just down …

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