I’m catching a flight this weekend, for the first time since being in the chair. I can’t say I’m not a little bit nervous about two things:

• Getting onto the plane, since this is a short flight on a small plane and there won’t be one of those pokey-out bridge things. I’ll make it up the stairs somehow, but it might involve shuffling on my arse.
• My chair making it through the flight intact. I’ve heard some horror stories.

It’s a short flight (Newcastle to Belfast) with no transfers so I’m reasonably confident. EasyJet assures me I can just turn up at the plane steps in my chair and they’ll sort everything out. Even so, I think I’ll take my stupidly expensive wheels instead of my completely ridiculously stupidly expensive wheels, just to be on the safe side.

I’ll let you know how it goes. And I’ll tell you what I’m doing in Belfast in a later post.

I’m doing four wheelchair half marathons this year on behalf of nia, which runs services for women and girls who have been subjected to sexual and domestic violence, including prostitution. You can donate to my crowdfunder to support nia. My first half marathon of the year is coming up soon! (Birmingham, 7th May)