Wessenden, which anybody who follows the register will know is home ground. Right boot, brown leather, in the heather just off the path above Butterley. One lace, undone. The notebook says it had been out a while by the look of it, and a brown boot in heather does take some spotting, so I'll have been walking slow that morning, which is the only way to walk up there anyway.
Bright morning, cold in the shade — that's recorded, and April up Wessenden is exactly that, sun on one side of the valley and winter still sat on the other. I will have set off at half seven and I will have had the flask, but that's memory of habit, not record. No photograph is noted. A boot in heather above Butterley on a bright cold morning. Some entries you don't need much more than that.
Written up August 2026, from the notebook.