I've been walking up Castle Hill more or less monthly since 1976, so the odds were always going to produce a shoe there eventually, and in June 2010 they did. Right trainer, grey, on the path below the tower. The photograph didn't come out.
I remember being pleased about the location, in a quiet way. You like a find on home ground. The book doesn't say whether I sat with it. I'll have had the flask, because I don't go up Castle Hill without the flask, but what the tea were like that morning is lost to history.
Written up August 2026, from the notebook.