The Monday after the workshop, we headed for Bakewell. Nick was happily ensconced in a hotel in the centre of the Derbyshire town while Alethea and Deb were tucked away up the hill. We were to meet at the church but, with Nick’s electric wheelchair still at the Nightingale Centre, being too big for the car, we were obliged to get out the manual chair and push.
Anyone who knows Bakewell will understand when I say that this was an act of pure heroism on the part of my companion, who rose to the occasion and got the chair right to the northern entrance of the church. It is no mean feat.; the hill is deceptively long and steep. I was already feeling the first intimations of the cold that was to cause so much trouble, so was very grateful not to be behind the chair for once.
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