In the 1970's we hitched the highways and byways of England; during the 1980's cycled-camped here and in France; during the 90's camped with the kids all over southern Europe. In the ten years before we retired we worked like crazy, but managed to travel further afield, to America, Canada Japan, Australia and Hong Kong. Now, having escaped work, we have lots more time but much less money. We have spent the last few years exploring the shores and hinterland of the Mediterranean by motorhome
Friday, 5 February 2016
Wednesday, 3rd February, 2016
We left Sicily in December with Gill strapped-up in a knee brace and being trundled through airport security in a wheelchair. She has worked hard on the exercises recommended by the physiotherapist over the past two months and we were relieved a couple of weeks back when the specialist decided that she was on the mend and had not damaged her knee ligaments to an extent that would require key-hole surgery. Over the past few days we have cycled about 12 miles, wandered down to the beach, and Gill's knee sprain seems to be recovering well.
Almost fully recovered from the sprained knee, however.....
All would be well, except she is now harbouring a brand new set of aches and pains after a bit of an incident at Manchester Airport. It was surprisingly busy and chaotic at 6am. around the security gates. As Gill struggled to find a tray for her lap-top, coat and smart-phone, momentarily she forgot that her cabin bag was behind her. She turned, and tripped headlong; her forehead bounced off the tiled floor. By the time I realised what had happened she was in a heap and looking somewhat stunned. Gill was shepherded through security, placed on a chair and given a glass of water. Paramedics arrived, fingers were held-up to count, ears checked for bleeding, pulse taken, blood-pressure declared normal, temperature likewise, paracetamol and Ibroprofen administered and a three page form completed.
Gill having been declared un-concussed and fit to travel, we managed a hurried breakfast at Giraffe before being whisked on the tabloid wings of EasyJet towards Sicily. By the time we arrived Gill was beginning to resemble a walk-on part from Holby City, and in the days since her rather spectacular black eye has been supplemented by a painful pulled muscle in her side. So having left Sicily in December drugged-up with paracetamol and Ibroprofen due to a sprained knee, she has returned to find herself still popping pills to counter the effects of her latest impromptu trip. It doesn't seem fair does it?