About seven years ago I was recovering from a second episode of what was later diagnosed as Relapsing Remitting Multiple Sclerosis. I had become so unwell and weak that I had limited mobility and would tire after five minutes on my feet. It felt as though I had been run over by a bus. It had even become a struggle to get across the street to collect my son from the nearby primary school and I couldn’t imagine ever riding a bike again. Before this point I took it for granted that my strong legs could take me anywhere. I felt invincible and was even jogging before I got ill. It took me a long time to regain strength and confidence after this. When I did finally begin to build up my capacity and walk more I relished the moments and felt more thankful than ever. But MS has also been compared to an ‘unwelcome visitor’ who can come knocking and barge in at any time. While this can feel uneasy and provoke anxiety, I’ve also thought that the last thing I would want to do is stop myself from getting out there, smelling the flowers in bloom, breathing fresh air and feeling the wind on my face. It’s the pleasures of being in the moment of ‘the walk’ (countryside or other) that I’ve embraced. It helps take me out of the space of worry about the past or the future.