It seems that every time I go out exploring this city, I fall in love with it more. There is always more to see, more roads and winding paths to follow. Yesterday, for example, I came across a bronze-age barrow on my way back from Woolwich, thousands of years old. Yet where once my little walks were solitary, these days I often share them with Lyn. We just got in from a great one: the joy I get from following her, as we drive our powerchairs through the endless suburbs of south-east London, is hard to describe. It’s like a feeling of contentment; a warm, happy feeling; a mixture of freedom, curiosity and love. There’s a joy to be found in discovering the right paths to take in new, unexplored parts of the city; that joy is redoubled when you follow such paths with the person you love.