- Forty minutes—just to do what, exactly?
- Forty minutes is the daily minimum.
- The absolute minimum.
- The time you must work your dog.
- But not on buses, not on trains.
- That’s forty minutes in our town.
- A town you can cross in twenty-seven.
- From top to bottom in thirty-nine.
- It’s impossible, plain and simple.
- And in smaller towns? Villages? Impossible too.
- Yet it’s policy—written, signed, enforced.
- A rule for cities, not for us.
- A rule for those with busy lives.
- Not for those with fading eyes.
- Dreamt up by people far from reality.
- People who never walked in our shoes.
- They say the dogs will forget.
- They say long journeys aren’t good.
- But this is rural life—
- We travel far just to live a little.
- Still, they call it equality.
- But it’s not. It’s discrimination.
- Another box ticked off.
- Another person off their list.
- Forty minutes—far too much.
- But they’ll cling to that line.
- She’s lost in a world with no empathy.
- Everyone in bubbles, blind to her stick.
- Yet she’s the one they call blind.
- And the ones who should help—
- Choose control over compassion.
- Dependency over dignity.
- We’re appealing.
- We’ll fight.
- We’ll take it to the top.
- We’ve written to our MP.
- We’ve spoken to her social worker too.
- Because this isn’t just about policy.
- Forty minutes isn’t right.
- Having a guiding light is a right.
