And then there was Weymouth Beach. Being lifted out of my chair and onto a beanbag on the sand, surrounded by thousands of people… That was something else. I won’t lie, it was terrifying at first. But it was also exciting. Vulnerable, yes — but safe. Freeing. I’m glad you pushed me. I’m glad you didn’t listen to the hesitation. I needed that push, and I won’t forget it. Bridie’s painting session opened up a whole other part of me. Sitting and learning how to paint again, using my mouth, learning from someone so experienced — that lit a spark. I’m already setting things up at home so I can carry it on. It gave me back something I didn’t know I’d lost. Colin, one of the real highlights was spending time with you. The trip to Sculpture by the Lakes, the tour, the food, the chats — that whole day felt calm, easy, and full of meaning. I learnt a lot just listening to you — about nature, landscaping, and the future of Chedington. You made me think about things in a new way. And then later in the week, I got to visit the stables with Brad, meet Moses and Mia, and take part in more equine therapy. That connection to animals, the land, and the environment around me — it was one of the most powerful parts of the week. It reminded me how important our surroundings are when we’re trying to heal. Watching my mum relax and enjoy herself — whether in the gym, on the walks, or just being included — that meant the world. She’s given everything to support me, and seeing her get something back made it all the more special. This week has changed me. It really has. You’ve helped me find a different way of seeing the road ahead — not with dread or doubt, but with a bit of fire again. With resilience, purpose, and a reason to push forward. And most of all, you reminded me that I’m not alone. I’m part of something. Thank you all — for your time, your effort, your belief, and your kindness. I hope this won’t be the last time our paths cross.
