Virignin to Geneva



Day twenty was only marginally less hilly than day nineteen, but most of the climbing was piled in to one monster (for me) climb, it probably wouldn’t even have been Cat 3 in the le Tour! Unfortunately there was no corresponding descend to enjoy on the other side. In retrospect this was possible a good thing, as the brake pads are beginning to wear out. A small tumble when crossing some tram lines in Geneva wasn’t the best way to end the day but bike and rider appear to have survived relatively intact.

I can’t remember exactly how long ago it was, but we were in Geneva a long time ago on holiday. We were staying with family and went swimming at the beach in Lac Leman. Laurie went off for a wander and a nosey about. A little while later someone came and spoke to Mum and said that Laurie had been knocked over. That Laurie had explained in French where we were, that we were here on holiday, and that was how the person had found us. Mum responded no, that can’t be Laurie as Laurie doesn’t speak French (or at least that was what she had been told). In the end Mum went with the person to check. Sure enough, it was Laurie, and when Mum arrived she was nattering away in French to the ambulance crew. She could speak French fine, she was just bloody minded and chose not to at school.  

Much more recently someone else thought they had seen Laurie in Tesco but decided it couldn’t be her as she was speaking Italian. She was wrong, Laurie and Ailsa from Morin Path were chatting in Italian while they were doing their shopping.

What am I trying to get at tonight? Perhaps when considering how autism and other factors impact upon a person’s abilities we should consider what the person can rather than what they can’t – and we definitely should not make a assumptions about what they cannot do. 

Thanks for reading, day off tomorrow but there will be another blog on Tuesday.

Best wishes,