I’m sixty-six, my husband seventy-two. He has MS and PMR. And we were drifting apart as our hobbies took over. But never bored. He loves his shed and turns beautiful bowls and crafts striking coffee tables. I have a shed too, and write novels and articles. In February we went away together for five weeks visiting our eldest son and his Australian wife in Melbourne and met for the first time our youngest grandson. We reconnected. We had a wonderful time and enjoyed walking hand in hand and just being together. The helicopter ride and the hot air balloon ride were highlights too of course. When we returned to a cold damp UK we were both reluctant to drop into our old life, albeit it that we both loved our separate interests. What we had noticed on holiday were lots of bikes, and trails, and we considered getting our cycles back out but realistically, living where we do, the hills are somewhat challenging for us both. Now our son is only forty-two but has an awesome electric bike that is used to take his son to nursery each day. We deliberated dipping into the savings and treating ourselves. A test ride had us hooked. Amazingly Doug is more confident on two wheels than walking and he fell in love with pedalling all over again. When we had all the family at home bikes were an everyday mode of transport. If we only get two years cycling together it’s worth it. Who knows what the future holds? We bought electric bikes. So now we’re off together and taking short rides until the weather improves. Were looking forward to the summer with picnics and our border collie by our side. Rosie has a harness and special fitting for the bike to keep her safe. Our last dog loved it and I’m sure Rosie will too. We’re busier than ever – why do the days go so fast?
Army horses loose on London streets