Escape

Yesterday, after shutting p and putting up, I decided that I really needed to go to see my dentist. I'd had a temporary dressing put in last year, just days before the first lock down. So my follow up appointments were cancelled. But now it's hurting again
This meant that I could get out of the house. Go across the border into Berwick, and sneak in a visit to the coast.
Which was fantastic, because today has become a very very special day for me. I have taken my first steps, unaided and without any support. So my slow steps along the promenade (all 50 metres) was a celebration of my finally stepping forward. Its taken 158 days,  That's 22 weeks and 4 days, or 5 months and 5 days. 
It was cold and blowy. The recent heavy seas have left the beach in a bit of a mess, although interesting!  I couldn't get down onto the sand, but it has been banked up really high against the wall.
I was surprised at how many people were about, but then, I haven't been out much so I've lost touch
The only spoiler to the day was my dentist's news that my tooth has to be extracted. O M G !!!