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Hell’s Bells
When I said I was going to have a go at steam punk Morris dancing, people thought it was an April Fool joke. But it ticks all my boxes for neuroplastic exercise. Who’s the fool now?
When I said I was going to have a go at steam punk Morris dancing, people thought it was an April Fool joke. But it ticks all my boxes for neuroplastic exercise. Who’s the fool now?
Today I’m meeting some Zoom classmates for the first time in real life. And it’s all in a good cause.
Parkinson’s is a cruel thief that steals many of our skills and abilities. I thought I’d lost my balance forever, but I’ve stolen some of it back.
I’ve reconnected with the sport I love and thought I wouldn’t be able to do again. It feels great.
To err is human, to forgive divine. And to be applauded for mistakes and wobbles, well that’s another thing altogether.
If you go past my house and hear me shouting ‘Cromarty!’ Rockall!’ ‘Dogger!’ rest assured that I am not harassing a bunch of lively Labradors. I’m training my brain with the Shipping Forecast.
When brain cells degenerate and die, the usual pathways sending messages from brain to muscle are like congested motorways. Exercise helps to open up new and exciting routes.