Meltham, this time. A right shoe, brown, on the verge of Mill Moor Road. Laces in — I did note that, laces being the one detail I never skipped even in Notebook 1.
Nothing on the weather. Nothing on how long I stopped. I couldn't tell you now whether I stood with it, though there'd have been nowhere much to stand on that verge anyway. The entry is in the blue biro and it is ten words long. It says what it needs to.
Written up August 2026, from the notebook.