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To List Members I have just returned from four weeks in England--a trip full of memories. Spring is beautiful over there----the countryside is lush and green, the fruit trees are in full bloom and the smallest front garden is ablaze with colour. As a 15 year parkinsonian I found the trip hard work but possible. Oh, I did have moments of misery, and even fear, but I survived with help from my husband and my new set of 'WHEELS' (named 'Wheelies' by the family). Last February I bought the walker reccomended by my physiotherapist. Wheelies is a four wheeled walker with hand-brakes, a seat and excellent manouverability. Designed in Sweden but not quite as expensive as a Volvo, Wheelies enabled me to visit museums, pubs, shops, cathedrals and best of all English gardens. For the overseas flight my wheels were checked with my suitcase. They also traveled by train and car and in London by underground and taxi. My Wheelies give me a feeling of confidence and independance. I know I can sit whenever I need to rest and the seat doubles as a tray to carry lunch to my favourite chair. The handy basket holds my purse and jacket when out of the house and my pills and cordless telephone at home. When asked if I find it depressing to need a walker I reply "My wheels have given me freedom to go. I can walk at my own speed, carry my own parcels and sit down without asking for help. This is not depressing." Anne Rutherford Back in Foggy Newfoundland