My walking frame and the beach

Summer is well underway here in the UK (apparently), and slowly my Facebook Timeline is featuring more and more pictures of my friends enjoying their holidays. Some jet off to far off places and taunt me with the photos of places I’d love to go. Others stay closer home which makes me equally jealous. It has been way too long since my last one, but that’s not the point I’m going to make here. Today, I want to talk about the beach.

Sand, it seems to me, divides people into two camps: those who love nothing more than lounging on the beach all day (and why not – you’re on holiday after all), and the people like me, who can’t stand it

I dislike sand for all the obvious reasons – it gets it your shoes, sticks to your skin after you’ve been in the sea, and blocks up the plug hole when you take a shower. However, it irritates me most of all because my walking frame just doesn’t like it. Place Martha (or any of my other frames, for that matter) on the beach and they just won’t move. The wheels simply aren’t big enough to plough through the stuff, and my wheelchair isn’t much better either. My family have figured out that if they pull it backwards on two wheels then it will move, but it’s very tiring for them so I feel really guilty, especially as the beach isn’t my favourite place to be anyway.

Then I have the option of walking along the shore, but I don’t find that great either. I can do it if I have a couple of people to hold me up, but the thing about sand is that it moves underfoot so I often end up hitting the deck anyway and getting covered in the stuff.  I don’t think I need to tell you how unappealing I find that. I still think I’d dislike beaches even if I didn’t have Cerebral Palsy because I suppose you could say they’re just not my scene, but I think that just makes me even less approve of sand.

Don’t get me wrong, I have played on the beach as a kid, and have some great memories (my personal highlight was the time that a seagull decided to follow my sister). I’ve played in the sea, built sandcastles, and collected my fair share of shells but that was a long time ago. These days, I find that I’d much rather sit by the pool with a good book (or four) and do the odd bit of swimming. The irony is I’d probably get a far better workout trying to stroll along the shore, but hey ho.

5 thoughts on “My walking frame and the beach

  1. I am with you on this one. Can’t stand the sand regardless of the fact that my wheelchair won’t move through it.
    The combination of sun cream, water and sand is not a good one.


  2. Hahaha I used to loathe and detest sand for all of your above reasons (except the walking frame. I don’t have one or those, or a wheelchair either but I can imagine that it must be very difficult to manoeuver through sand with one of those items) and then one day I thoguht to myself well, what really is so bad about sand? So what if a little bit of it gets in my shoes, under my bathers, in the car….? And from that moment on I didn’t like sand particularly and I would prefer it not be inside my shoes, but I didn’t hate it like I used to. Wierd, hey. I just changed my mind and that was that.


  3. I know a child who had a modified walker (a project for university students). The walker had pneumatic wheels and springs for suspension. It worked great for dirt, snow, grass, sand, etc. I don’t know why someone doesn’t produce a walker that makes navigating nature easier (maybe someone does).


  4. I love the beach, however wading through water is hard work and I hate getting sand in my splints – feels horrible!


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