Old Mount Road out of Marsden, by the second cattle grid, on the grass. Right boot, brown, laces gone and the tongue out. A boot with its tongue out looks a state, and I say that as description, not judgement. It had clearly been out in weather.
The notebook says the wind were getting up, and anybody who knows Old Mount Road knows that when the wind gets up there, it means it. One photograph, blurred, which between the wind and the camera I had were no great surprise. I'd have liked a second attempt but I don't record taking one. October on that road is the moors starting to shut the door on the year, and the boots you find from then on are winter boots in the making. This one already were.
Written up August 2026, from the notebook.