Was this my last long walk……..?

Last Sunday or maybe the Sunday before, I woke to a gloriously sunny day and fancied walking and taking photos. I could have walked round the village, as I often do, as I’m very lucky to live in such a nice place.

Last year, or maybe the year before, I used to regularly walk into Beverley through the Westwood. In fact, I used to walk miles, just walking, taking photos and very happy. But of late, that venture has become a tad more difficult. I remember once having to give up half way and simply wait for ages for the village bus to pick me up. But today was Sunday. No village buses as a back up. Then I spoke to Sarah and asked if she was around and luckily it was her day off. So it was decided that I would set off, Sarah would track me, and if it became too much I could txt Sarah to pick me up – perfect😊

And so it was that I set off with a spring in my wobble. Passing by the village pond

and set off along the road leading out of the village. Passing one of the beautiful Magnolias in full bloom.

The footpath out of the village that also runs alongside the Westwood is also a cycle track. Many others out for a stroll, happy dogs by their side, bid me hello with a friendly smile. Cyclists passed, bells ringing behind me to alert me of their presence, shouting hello as they sped passed.
One chappie cyclist did just this, but then suddenly stopped a few yards ahead of me and wheeled his bike back in my direction…….

“Are you Wendy Mitchell?”

😳 ‘Errr, yes”

“I’ve read your book, it was wonderful. I recognised your orange coat and haversack from a photo I saw somewhere and just had to stop and say hello”

How random and kind was that! He then cycled off with a wave and goodbye..☺️

More Sunday morning strollers out in the sunshine exchanged a smile as I headed for the Westwood, my steps becoming less sprightly, the rhythm of my stick becoming slower. I hadn’t realised how cold the wind was and my hands were turning to blocks of ice, the deceptive sun giving out false signals of warmth.

I finally turned the corner and the Westwood came into view. I was able to stop for a breather and snap my favourite view to the left

And then the Minster in the distance to the right

It’s the road I trundle along in the taxi heading for the station and an early morning sunrise always looks wonderful over to the right of  the Westwood and an even more spectacular sunset behind the folly which I rarely see. It’s such a peaceful place, where walkers stroll and happy dogs are let off leads to roam and play.

This was the part of the walk I really wanted to do, my favourite views. I’d stopped to take the photos and now my legs really weren’t that keen on continuing. But I was determined to complete the trundle into town. If this was to be my last full walk here, I was going to finish it.

My sprightly step from the start had now turned into the familiar shuffle of tiredness. The town cows were still in their winter shelter otherwise they would have distracted me on my shuffle through to the end of the Westwood. But they were still to make an appearance so I had to concentrate on my destination, admiring the gardens on the outskirts of town.

I was heading for the station, picking up booked tickets for a future trundle and then to Sarahs for a cuppa tea and collapse on her sofa.

I finally made it and the smiling faces of pansys in the flower troughs in the station walk were a welcome sight.

Who knows if that was the last walk into town…..at least I had a plan B…….uncharacteristicly exhausted after such a short walk, but I did it, and if it isn’t ‘the last’….well that will be a bonus…..

About wendy7713

On the 31st July 2014 I was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s. I may not have much of a short term memory anymore but that date is one I’ll never forget. I’m 58 years young, live happily alone in Yorkshire, have 2 daughters and I’m currently still in full time employment in the NHS. However, I’m now in the process of taking early retirement to give me a chance of enjoying life while I’m still me. I've started this blog to allow me, in the first instance, to write all my thoughts before they’re lost. If anyone chooses to follow my ramblings it will serve as a way of raising awareness on the lack of research into Alzheimer's. It will hopefully convey the helplessness of those diagnosed with dementia, as there is no cure – the end is inevitable. However, I’m also hoping I can convey that, although we've been diagnosed, people like me still have a substantial contribution to make; we still have a sense of humour; we sill have feelings. I’m hoping to show the reality of trying to cope on a day to day basis with the ever-changing environment that dementia throws at those diagnosed with the condition. What I want is not sympathy. What I want is simply to raise awareness.

30 thoughts on “Was this my last long walk……..?

  1. Wendy you are doing an amazing job I follow you on facebook and now on here. You are an amazing person. I would just like to say thank you for supporting Alzheimers/Dementia charitable work. My Mum is now in a specialist Alzheimers Care Home in Margate Kent and she is much safer she was 90 in January. Sadly she keeps having moments of falling down not due to bad walking but maybe her heart or the condition. We hope that we will find out more from the doctors. Many thanks for sharing your special life with all of us thank you from the bottom of my heart. bless you xx Janis Harris

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  2. I’m sorry it was an exhausting walk. But you did it! And you always encourage with your motto: “I always think if today is a bad day, then tomorrow may be better.”

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  3. Hopefully NOT your last lovely long walk/wobble/shuffle Wendy The pics are lovely Gill in Norfolk

    On Wed, 10 Apr 2019, 12:02 Which me am I today?, wrote:

    > wendy7713 posted: “Last Sunday or maybe the Sunday before, I woke to a > gloriously sunny day and fancied walking and taking photos. I could have > walked round the village, as I often do, as I’m very lucky to live in such > a nice place. Last year, or maybe the year before, I” >

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  4. Wendy, If you walk into Beverley and are worried, there is a really good resource where you will receive support in Beverley. They know you well. The staff working there are so friendly, and helpful.
    I know because my husband, who has dementia, and I had a “crises” in Beverley town centre last year. I managed to get to Beverley Library with him. They know both of us and offered us temporary respite until we recovered. Our family was contacted and we returned home safely.
    You have so many “well wishers” living in the Beverley/ East Yorkshire area, never feel alone. That “young chappie on his bike” turning round to speak to you speaks for us all and sums up what living in the Beverley area is all about.
    Take care xx

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  5. Thanks for your book! You made me think in a new direction with much more hope and power of life for my father. Tellinghim about you 🙏🏽🌻💕 love Yvonne


  6. Dear Wendy,

    Thank you for sharing the beauty of where you live via your photos and writing, as well as the kindness of the bicycle-man.

    I have followed your blog for a number of years because of your amazing powerfully-positive-energy, which is inspiring.

    Today’s blog reminds us all of the beauty of life and that we can continue to ‘push ourselves’. Also, we see that we ‘strangers’ can show kindness every day. And family, their on-going support, in case we need them, are so important.

    Thank you Wendy for sharing.

    Kate Lambert, CEO Daughterly Care, Australia


  7. Goodonya Wendy! You are an inspiration! You inspire me to control my rage. We, not the Royal “We”, we, with the unmentionable NDD (Neurological Degenerative Disease) or we, who are encouraged to use platitudes like “living with dementia”, we, who like you wonder constantly if today or any might be indeed our last movement on “conscious functionality” and we say or like you Wendy write some delightfully wise and wonderful words of perhaps deep seated fears and wonder, perhaps because of increasing difficulties and fears, that your wonderful walk might be you last positive walk EVER, and the fears that loss would be, and respondents missing perhaps the “desperation of fear and PERMANENT LOSS” of the ability to walk or walk independently. It makes me sad for us and our supporters, who I inspire to perhaps “Empathise and Ask” rather than “assume and pontificate”.

    I appologise for the rant. I count my blessings many times a day to be able to do what I can to be “independent like Wendy” and Wonderful Wendy” I hear and taste your fear and frustration of wondering what it might be like (somehow “not wanted” I’m sure!) when we are unable to continue “to trundle” our regular or favourite “thing”. For me, it will not be “what I want or what I’m used to” and “what I can still do” will hopefully become my “new best friend”.

    Please keep writing and inspiring, “our” most WONDERFUL WENDY! 👍👏👀🙉


  8. Love your attitude, Wendy. You have really changed how I look at dementia. Now, how about doing a book of your photos!


  9. There are designated “safe places” for those with dementia in Beverley. I know the day centre is one, I realise you hate it, but with these places you go in, they will phone a loved one and should offer a cuppa too. Shops do it there will be a wee sticker on the door or the window designating it.

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  10. I hope you get many more walks into town Wendy. Thank you for showing there are challenges living with Dementia at an earlier stage. It’s not a bed of Roses but we can continue to do the things we enjoy, we just need a plan B.

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