|A perfect day for a stroll in a forest.|
It involved several kilometres of walking each way. Shh - no one tell the little monster - she will be too tired.
Given the distance, I opt for boots. Admittedly purchased in 1996 and worn hard for a number of years, a little torn on the inside lining but they looked good for one more outing. It has been several years since I wore them. I repeat, they looked good.
One kilometre up the path, what is that attached to my boot flapping about - ooops - the sole. And the other is just as bad. Stop, sit in a patch of spiky bombs (term coined by little monster circa 2012), husband does repairs from the first aid kit. Luckily the tape is similarly elderly and has developed a vicious stickiness.
The shoes make it to the arboretum. We gaze at some mushrooms, eat a magnificent picnic and note the interestingly large variety of some weird insect we have no idea what - it looks like a pileup on a luggage carousel.
Sadly the mushrooms were not prolific. The husband and I got into an argument over varieties. "Edible", I said, "hallucinogenic", he said. Luckily we weren't tempted to try. In an unlikely turn of events, he was right. Toxic, too.
|Hello Fly Agaric. Your spots are charming.|
We sloop back along the path, all foot weary. I am pronating like a champion as my soles depart in strange directions. More taping in transit.
Ah, back to the car. Boots cut off, oh no, I forgot to wee first. Good thing no cars went by. Sorry ants.
|Yippee for tape.|