Last Saturday I travelled with my wife about 20 miles to a local Saturday market, slightly unnerving because I used to travel this route regularly by car and bicycle and hardly recognised any of it. Got to the market - lots of people, daylight was fading, people all shapes and sizes, quite a few dogs on leads, cobbled surface underfoot, cars revving their engines and going this way and that, bargains galore and a loud out of tune busker. I chatted to a disabled man about his powered tricycle. All in all a quite unusual and busy situation for me.
In the recent past this would have all been too much and resulted in a panic attack. Now, with my wife's help I negotiated the chaos and bizarreness and I bought a pair of slippers. My wife drove us back home through the night and we celebrated another step on my road to recovery.
I distinctly felt that the experience had helped me advance a few more steps back to my pre-Enc self, rather than have been a step too far. We now plan more days out to busy and slightly challenging places and hopefully the trips will have a similarly encouraging effect.
Best Wishes to all you folk. G2