A formal shoe on a reservoir path always gives you pause. Left shoe, black, formal sort, heel worn to nothing, laces gone, on the north bank path at Digley. Grey and still all day, the notebook says, and Digley in that weather is a quiet place — the water flat, nowt moving.
The heel worn to nothing means it were walked in hard before it ever came to be at Digley, and that's an observation, not a theory. I noted it and carried on round, which is what the notebook says and what I'd do today. Digley's been steady for me over the years and this one's part of that.
Written up August 2026, from the notebook.