I started the year scrambling over rocks, squelching in mud, plodging in the freezing sea and walking for days in the beautiful English countryside… Fur-lined, water proof boots and a gazillion layers of snuggly purpleness to keep me warm and dry.
A few weeks ago I climbed Snowdon with my daughter on the hottest day of the year so far. My big, sensible purple walking boots were firmly attached to the back of my rucksack – and replaced with nice, comfortable flip flops! Morton’s Neuroma makes it less and less easy to wear my boots, but they’re always there ready.
August is my adventure month! My time. A chance to get some serious walking miles under my boots. A chance to connect, reflect, regenerate, recoup and renew.
But every day throughout the year I try to take a walk somewhere. Just a few miles. Just enough to remind me of what is important to me. Fresh air, exercise, the sights, sounds and joys of nature around us and love, in all it’s guises.
But walking boots are not my only boots.
This weekend was a Blues BootCamp weekend. A chance to swap the walking boots and flip flops for my dancing boots and shoes. A whole weekend of teaching, encouraging and nurturing the love of Modern Blues dancing with a fabulous group of receptive and friendly dancers.
I love my boots. ALL of my boots!