Over the 33 years since my diagnosis of Retinitis Pigmentosa I have become well-acquainted with the restrictions that progressive sight loss imposes upon an individual. In some ways this has prepared me for the restrictions on personal freedom that successive lockdowns have brought; or at least made the situation feel less alien.
That said after nearly a year spent within a one-mile radius of my home in London I am craving a bit of variety. In fact, I have never felt so drawn to the wild open spaces of The Scottish Highlands or Sardinia, and miss the ability to climb, swim and explore them by tandem almost more than I miss my sight (which is now little more than a distant memory).
That said, if my three decades of shrinking boundaries have taught me anything, it is to find alternative ways of doing things I used to take for granted. For instance, when my family and I went to Egypt in 2007 and I knew that I would not be able to appreciate the beauty of its antiquities I explored them instead through the accounts of others, and so discovered the joy of great travel writing.
And so, I have been combating the lockdown travel ban blues by exploring The World through my Pocket, and from my armchair.