I commute to the Alzheimer’s Research UK office on my Brompton, a small but perfectly formed example of British engineering. I have inventively named him Brom. Brom and I rarely stray from our route to work but this August we went a little wild and took part in the World Brompton Championships at Goodwood Motor Circuit.
I’ve never really taken part in a challenge for charity before; to be honest I’m not one to indulge in strenuous exercise much either. But recently I found myself signing up to do a 450km cycle challenge across Vietnam for Alzheimer’s Research UK and am about to embark on a journey that will test and push some emotional, mental and physical boundaries.
Five years ago, my mother went missing. My father and I searched for her to no avail until the following day. After a very long night of worry, the police found her 50 miles away wandering around someone’s garden. She was confused and had clearly spent the night under a hedge. It transpires that she had had a ’vascular episode’ which eventually resulted in a diagnosis of combined Alzheimer’s disease and vascular dementia.
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