Sat in the boot area of my motability car, strapped into my wheelchair, which in turn is strapped to the car. My daughter, age 11, has left through the side door and run up the side of a mountain with limestone fossils, surrounded by hills and dales, caverns and narrow roads.
My husband has gone to pay for the car park and then I (being mum and seeing all the dangers) asked him to check on Miss G. As he started heading back towards her she started heading out on a bit of a cliff edge. My insides flipped, hoping she woukd recognise the danger as she edged further, clutching her Teddy. Then she sat down on the grass, waving at us down here in the car park.
My husband decided to head yo after her, just in case. There is a large tree here in the worst possible place for those of us stuck in the car. I lost sight of both of them for quite a time before the reemerged above the tree, around two thirds up the hill.
Then, after refusing to leave the car, Miss A decided it now looked fun and she wanted to join them.
Watching my little seven year old crossing the car park, through the country gate and heading up the rocky hill alone felt all kinds of wrong. But I needn't have worried. She is very physical and in no time she was with my husband and Miss G, posing for photographs which I expect will appear on my screen any moment. I have already had a few of Miss G and the amazing view they have up there.
I, meanwhile, am realising why you Shoukd never leave a dog in the car. I am stuck. I can't open a door or window and there is no one to ask. I don't want to spoil their time up there and have tried banging on the windows to get the only other people near me to help, but they didn't even look up, so have to just wait. (I know it hasn't been done on purpose at all, just no one thought because, well, it hasn't always been our family normal)
The joys of being disabled 😢
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