The physios are due later today and my father must report to them on his progress since his return from Warwick hospital. E, the delightfully right wing lady who comes twice a day to care for him and I told him firmly that he needed to truthfully demonstrate that he was on the mend. That was the stick. The carrot is the idea that he could walk to the White Bear again...that would be about 400 yards down Sheet Street and across the main square in Shipston.
And so he is in training. Off he went using his new walking frame which may be upgraded to crutches next week. It was not exactly Usain Bolt but he managed ten yards out and ten yards back at a reasonable pace. This afternoon we go again with a target of twenty yards each way. At this rate the White Bear may be do-able before the end of the month. The carror is working better than the stick.