Blackmoorfoot on a fine April morning with the water flat is about as good as it gets round here, and the notebook confirms that's what I had. The shoe were a right plimsoll, white, the elastic sort, so no laces to record. Faded but sound. It were on the reservoir path at the south corner.
Flask conditions good — the second flask reading in the register, the habit having taken hold a month earlier on Deer Hill and never let go since. The notebook also has the sandwich down: cheese and pickle. I sat ten minutes with the plimsoll and then carried on round the reservoir, which is a walk I've done more times than I could count, before and since.
A plimsoll is an unusual find for a reservoir path — you see trainers and boots up there mostly — but I don't make more of that than the noting of it. No photograph is mentioned in the notebook and I take that to mean I didn't take one, rather than one failing, though I couldn't swear to it now. Either way there's no picture, and the record stands on the words, which is what the words are for.
Written up August 2026, from the notebook.