I’m on my own with Pádraig this weekend. No carers (none available).

Panic stations?

To the contrary.

Here is Pádraig moving a snake across the screen using his left eye.


Maybe inspired by that colourful snake, I’ve been dreaming for the first time in a long time.

Could Pádraig and I finish the camino we started over a few years before the accident? The last, say 100km? Would the ground be ok for a ‘standard’ wheelchair?

Should we go to the Fleadh Cheoil in Ennis?

What would it be like to be in Leitrim for a while? Darkness in the night. Incredible sounds and smells during the day. And the nothingness of land around the cottage lost in time.

What if our day was not structured by the arrival and the departure of carers we cannot leave alone with Pádraig, therapists costing a small fortune (the HSE have stopped physio for Pádraig), and deliveries of supplies?

What if we were on the road to somewhere? Moving to different places? Staying for a couple of days and then moving on? Exploring the world?

Leaving the panic stations where we’re looking for something that ain’t available. Instead floating down the stream. On the Dreamboat.