First shoe of the second hundred, not that the notebook says so. Left brogue, black, at the side of the lane below the church at Farnley Tyas. Laces in, and polish still on it in places, which always gets a note because a polished shoe has been cared for, and a cared-for shoe on a lane side is a fuller entry than a perished one.
Misty first thing, cleared by ten — a proper early September morning, and Farnley Tyas is a good spot for one, sitting up on its hill the way it does. Flask conditions good. The entry doesn't mention the stool either way, so I'll not invent it, though a lane side offers walls enough.
The photograph is described as a bit grainy but it came out, which is the standard verdict of that era and I've made my peace with it. Black brogue, dark lane, grey morning — the camera did what it could. A brogue is always a slightly formal find for a country lane, and this one, with its polish holding on in places, were among the smarter shoes of the year. I recorded it and left it where it lay, below the church, which felt fitting, though fitting isn't a field in the notebook.
Written up August 2026, from the notebook.