Right now, this exact moment, Joe is taking luggage downstairs as we prepare to go to Carrog Mill Cottages where we will be for the next several nights. We've been in nice hotels and we've only had a few blips along the way ... for example, who the hell thinks that a toilet that hangs off the wall is accessible? ... but that aside, it's been a smooth trip accommodations wise ... now, though, we're going to our favourite place to stay in the world. The cottage is wonderfully accessible ... in fact, it's more than accessible it's freeing.
When we knew we were coming back we hoped we'd be at the cottages again, and sure enough, we're going to be there - twice. I'm not sure what the Ling Trust was thinking about when they decided to embark on this venture, but I'm glad they did. It's accessibility as designed by people who get disability. That's a very different thing and results in a very different feel.
There's a difference between 'adapted for' and 'planned for' that is sometimes hard to explain. There can be a tacked on, did it cause the law made us, there now you satisfied, sense to 'adaption'. Not always, but there can be. When something is planned for it's like the process involves stopping to think what someone would like, go beyond the basics, moving towards the idea of freedom not accessibility. I am not doing well with words here because I don't know how to really describe it.
Because it's so rare.
I am thankful for adaptions, don't get me wrong. I'm disabled I know I'm supposed to be grateful.
But when someone does something intentionally, it doesn't feel like they want gratitude, it feels like they want you to simply be pleased.
So, we're going.
And I'm excited.
Many of these posts will come in a jumbled order. I know that the Internet isn't readily available there - or it wasn't last time. So I'm writing ahead, several posts in a day, so that they can be scheduled to post even if I'm not at a computer to push the right buttons. So, I'll see you the other side of Wales.