The fella and I were in Brighton last weekend, where I was finally able to get back to Vegetarian Shoes. My trainers were suffering from “hole in the sole” and my boots had a crack right across the bottom.
I’m not a clothes shopper, but even I will acknowledge that when the rain gets in your shoes, you are either desperately poor or just being stubborn. So I gave in, since I had this chance to shoe-shop in good conscience (as much as possible; man-made materials still have their issues).
How sad, though, to leave behind my old shoes. They’ve carried me through years of life in Scotland, summers and winters in Canada, and on trips to Spain, Italy, and France. All those miles, all those moments.
Bye-bye. Hopefully someone will be able to fix you up into something useful, and those trod-in memories will somehow make it better.
<
p>
