R's rue

Above - that may look like a scene deep in the English countryside but those stone gateposts and that wooden gate are on a busy roundabout in an area of Sheffield called Hunter's Bar. It is a twelve minute walk from this house. In fact it is that gate that gave the suburb its name. As long ago as the seventeenth century it was on a turnpike road and it caused travellers on horseback or pulling carts or leading teams of packhorses to stop and pay their tolls. Presumably, at some time the Hunter family or a man called Hunter operated the gate. Below, on Sharrowvale Road at Hunter's Bar, it really did feel like spring today. Two women are taking their lunch outside a vegan cafe. Below - a woman is pausing to choose a potted plant from the florist's shop just along from the vegan cafe. The pub below is "The Porter Cottage". I was a regular there in 1978 when I first came to live in Sheffield. It was just down from the rental house where I stayed with four wom...

 Had a doctor’s appointment yesterday.  Here’s what I learned I need the hard truth.  I need the facts Answers will come when I need them CP is static. That’s great. I can’t reverse the damage it did.  It did damage. The amount, I will never know. I really don’t want to know. When the doc said, at least you can walk. He’s right. Walking is a privilege. I may tire easily, but that’s okay. I just want to be grateful for what I can do. I compared myself against a world I can’t identify with.  Acceptance comes when you don’t know it will.  Love yourself and one another.  from R's rue https://ift.tt/bnz0NwH