So today Morwenna and I went to Regent’s Park for lunch (this year’s autumn has been beyond awesome) and while we’re sitting there in Morwenna’s typical snide way notices a couple running in front of us, and obviously she couldn’t help but notice (and remark) on the fact that this couple had their hands tied to each other, with about half a meter of length, which was odd. As they progressed down the park, we started thinking of reasons why this would happen, were they training, was she training him, he was one step in front of her rather than the other way round etc.

Then they turned the corner and it then became apparent that she was leading him and then we noticed the white stick that he was carrying and it clicked, the man was blind. I just couldn’t help but admire that as a concept of a blind man running and how something like that was not going to stop him from doing what he enjoyed.

Needless to say I have an immense amount of respect and admiration for blind people as going blind is one of my ultimate fears in life, so when I see blind people doing mundane things that you and I take for granted, but which I know is extremely difficult for them, I have even that much more admiration.

While I’m on the topic, last week I noticed a blind woman walking towards me, she would have been in her early 30s, but the thing that I noticed and which I don’t really have an answer to, is just how well dressed she actually was. Colours were coordinated and her whole outfit suited her extremely well. How does a blind person pick out their clothes in the morning? How do they know which items of clothing work well with each other. How do they know what colours are and that blue and green don’t go together?

I know it sounds completely trivial, but it was one of those things that really made me stop and appreciate the senses that I have been gifted with.