My Adventures, following a brain stem stroke.

Before my stroke, I led an active life. I loved the outdoors, especially in the winter. I owned a small caravan in Derbyshire, where I spent many weekends exploring the Peak District. I also travelled to the Lake District, Scotland, and camped on or above the snowline. I've also enjoyed skiing and snowshoeing in the French Alps, Austria, and Andorra. However, I must admit I was a poor skier, but still enjoyed the thrill.

On February 6th, 2011, my former life was turned upside down with a poor prognosis of not being able to lead my former life again. However, I am a stubborn man, and I wouldn't allow myself to lie down, so I accept that my disabilities wouldn't stop me from creating challenging goals or from taking risks. Don't get me wrong; I am not careless. I risk assess everything that I plan to do. After all, I use a power chair when out and about.

I hope that you enjoy this blog as much as I did (and still do) making it.

Indoor Skydiving

This was one of my more recent adventures. It was terrifying. I had lots of help, but I did it and it was absolutely thrilling.

Outdoor adventures at The Calvert Trust - Kielder Forest

These days, I feel very confident travelling alone, and I arrived at the Calvert Trust Centre in Kielder on the train.

The workers are exceptionally well trained and used to working with people of many different levels of ability. I am fortunate that all of my limbs work, although I have global weakness, especially in my lower body. I was able to channel my inner Robin Hood single-handedly, but I needed someone strong to help heave me up on the climbing and a second person to help me with my legs.

Asking for help and accepting it is not easy. However, to live life to the full, taking help wherever I can means I live a very fulfilled life, most of the time.

The King Swing

We were encouraged to go on the King swing straight after the climbing wall.

After being harnessed securely, we were pulled up to the halfway mark to give us an idea of what it's like. At this point, you can choose not to go from full height. Guess what, yes, I chose the full height after all, John did it, so I didn't dare bottle out. The full height is as tall as a lamp post, and you had to release yourself by pulling a rip cord. You may notice that my first pull failed. NEVER AGAIN