Holiday Time

I went away on holiday with my wife last week, my first time away from home since the stroke.

We stayed in a “normal” room, i.e. not one for disabled people. Deliberately so on my part. The holiday, however, was an organised coach trip to Scarborough, and was clearly aimed at more senior people. A lot of my criticisms of the package are based purely on this age difference. For example, the hotel was without internet, and what they said *did* work, *didn’t*. Nobody seemed bothered, except for my wife and I.

Getting onto and off the coach was dependent on the actual terrain on which we were parked, but was generally do-able. There were plenty of things to hold on to, to give myself leverage. So too was manouvring about the coach. I did find that my bad leg was prone just to “relaxing” out of the seat into the central aisle, something I had to be aware of.

The room itself was en-suite, with a bath and a shower over it. Of course, there were no grab-rails that I’m used to, although this wasn’t particularly a problem – again there were plenty of places where I could safely use my good hand to lever myself off the toilet; the shower was actually better than the one we have at home, and I didn’t use the bath.

During the week, we visited the nearby Whitby, Pickering and Bridlington, plus of course had time in Scarborough itself. Also the village of Goathland (the TV series Heartbeat was filmed here, although I never watched it, so to me it was “just” a moorland village), and the WWII prison camp Eden Camp which is maintained as a museum.

Fatigue was a big-ish problem, and it limited my energy levels quite severely. I did a lot of sitting, although of course this was the coast! I did manage to see places, but these were very much one-off visits to see the town centres, rather than long, relaxed strolls about the place. My watch counts my steps – a normal day these days is just a few thousand, but here I think one of the days was 12,000. Because of this, my sugar was well-controlled, until I realised I could push it a bit with the odd piece of cake or ice cream. There were lots of mobility scooters about the place, although I didn’t try one. Scarborough, particularly, is built on several levels, so there are lots of gradients. Worthwhile, but very hard work. Pretty much everywhere else was flat, at least the areas that I saw. Pickering is the terminus of the North Yorkshire Moors Railway, and we were lucky enough to see a train arrive, although we didn’t have time to travel. Pickering itself was pleasant enough, though there was precious little else there.

I have published a set of photographs under my real name, if anybody is interested. A taster appears below:

My Flickr stream

Author: Mister Bump UK

Formerly Stroke Survivor UK. Designed/developed IT systems for banks, but had a stroke in 2016, aged 48. Returned to developing from home, plus do some voluntary work. Married, with a grown-up, left-home daughter.

One thought on “Holiday Time”

  1. Reblogged this on Stroke Survivor and commented:
    My WordPress friend Fandango ( has this excellent idea of each Friday, reposting something from this date in a previous year, just to let readers have a glimpse of our pasts.

    So I chose this week to include a post from two years ago, my first (and so far, my only) holiday/vacation since the stroke. These posts are especially significant for me, as they remind me how far I have come, which was the reason I started this blog. Note that the date is not exact – I tend not to post every day, so I aim for as near as possible. Enjoy (the photos especially), and I hope I’ve done the pingback feature properly.

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