Castle Hill. I've walked up it more or less monthly since 1976, so any shoe found there goes in the register with a bit of home advantage. Right shoe, brown suede, in the grass below the tower on the Almondbury side. Laces tied. The suede had gone dark with the wet, which suede does, and which is why I've never owned any.
Warm day, hazy over the valley — you get that haze in May and the view goes soft all the way out. Flask conditions good. The notebook says I brought the stool because I had a feeling about it, and were glad of it, and sat an hour. An hour is a long sit for me, so the feeling must have been right. I can't tell you now what the feeling were based on. You don't interrogate a feeling, you just pack the stool.
No photograph is mentioned in the entry one way or the other, so I'll not claim one. What's recorded is the shoe, the tied laces, the darkened suede, the hour, and the haze. For a Castle Hill entry, that's a full account. Some places you document the shoe. Up there, the shoe and the hill document each other.
Written up August 2026, from the notebook.