I’ve been staring at my computer for a long time now. The flashing cursor waiting for my input and I have no idea what to write. Its not that I don’t have anything to write about and its not that I’ve been living in a cave for the past few months. The question that’s been burning on my lips or my fingertips is what should I mention and what should I leave out. I love writing my blog and sharing my thoughts, photography and adventures. I’d never want to upset anyone and I think that life’s dirty laundry should stay private and is only for certain ears and eyes. I have been suffering and I have got great friends that have helped me though some dark weeks. I’m not using any of my energy on hate or anger. I just want to use my energy to focus on my life and my happiness. That is and always should have been the priority. Having just watch the final Top Gear in its Clarkson glory I noticed the remaining presenters talking to camera with an Elephant behind them or at least in the room. So, in homage. Here is an Elephant in the blog.
Moving on with my life,
Having most if not all my super powers back like walking and standing I decided to get out and push myself to get well. The previous month or so I was miserable and totally consumed with my back pain and the more I slept and rested my back with the help of various drugs, the less mobile I was becoming. Sure, it didn’t hurt as much when I laid on the sofa or bed but every day activities weren’t really making much progress like getting to the kitchen or loo. I set myself a challenge to photograph food and drink along the Southbank of London from Waterloo to London Bridge. For me it wasn’t the taking of pictures that was important as the fact I was going to walk from these two locations. Given that moving from room to room has been a challenge like climbing Everest I thrust myself into the world again. Arriving at Waterloo, things were going well and I wandered about at a slow pace heading east along the river Thames snapping away. After a couple of hours I had arrived at London’s Borough Market that is an obvious choice for food and drink but a great one. At this point reader I was not so footloose and fancy free. More hanging on for dear life to every and any tree, lamppost and fat child I could find to keep me upright. To say I was in pain and in tears was an understatement and how I got home is beyond me. I assume it was simply down to sheer willpower and the knowledge that I couldn’t really curl up under a market stall for the next couple of weeks. The walk was painful but it did get me going again. I might have pushed myself too hard but it had to be done.
Anyway, here are the pictures I took some time ago. Please leave me some feedback.
