MS Won't Rob Me of All the Pleasures in Life
iStock About 30 meters from the end of our lane is an old stone bridge that crosses a small river as it enters the harbor. The tidal estuary upstream from the bridge is a great refuge when only a short walk is allowed by my neurodegenerative nemesis, multiple sclerosis (MS). All manner of birdlife can be observed from the solitary bench in the postage-stamp-size park on the north bank. This time of the year we can even see the wakes from the mullet as they follow the tide upstream to feed. Along with waterfowl, little egrets and gray herons feed on edibles found under the water’s surface, a...
Source: everydayhealth.com