Musings

So I Want To Live In a Windmill

I know, I know, I’m in a wheelchair. It hasn’t slipped my mind. A windmill isn’t known for its great wheelchair access, those winding stairs would be a mission. It’s ok, I’ve got it all sussed. Let me paint you a picture.... There’s a large field with just one pear tree standing in the centre,… Continue reading So I Want To Live In a Windmill