Day 10 (and a tale of boots)

Firstly lets get the boring stuff out of the way. On day 10 I will amble from Lyme Regis to Exeter, this is a distance of 28.8 miles and will take approximately 10 hours.

Great. Done.

Today I thought that it would be a good idea to go for a walk to Levington, a relatively short walk (about 4 miles from my front door (I keep my front door at home)) to try out my borrowed boots and see if this charity walk will be as hard as people are telling me.

Other than being caught in a monsoon the four miles passed in about 45mins and the walk was pleasant enough. At this point I said (to myself, but also out-loud):

"I think I'll take the coastal walk home."

Monsoon

This would add about 2 miles to the return journey, but as the weather was clearing (coupled with my preference of travelling a nice distance like 10 miles rather than the outwardly offensive 8 I had intended to do) I thought. why not?

This question was soon answered.

About half a mile into my walk coastward the sole of my left boot 'left' my boot. My emotions were:

• Initial confusion
• Unfounded hope
• Realization
• Panic
• Drowsiness
• Acceptance

I trundled on a little further safe in the knowledge that my boot was still doing more good on my foot than it would do off it. This soon changed, more layers of boot flaked away until it was just weight on my foot. So I took it off and carried it.

I walked for 5 miles.

I walked for 5 miles over sharp stones.

I walked for 5 miles over sharp stones and shells.

I walked for 5 miles over sharp stones and shells and (a surprising amount of) broken glass.

I walked for 5 miles over sharp stones and shells and broken glass and through (surprisingly deep) water.

To add insult to injury I passed three shoes on my walk. 

The first was a brogue, black, about my size and for the right foot. Bugger.

The second was a DC, black, about my size, for the right foot and filled with what can only be approximated as custard. Double bugger.

The third was Clarke's, navy blue, clean, in near perfect condition and it was for the left foot. Perfect, or it would have been if it wasn't unsuitable for anyone with a foot larger than a Coke can.

I eventually made it home after passing several amused dog walkers (none of whom offered any help whatsoever). Now I have prepared a little game. I am about to show you 4 pictures, 2 belong to my right foot and two belong to my (roughed up) left. See if you can match the pictures to a foot.

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Answers on a (e-)postcard (owenjohnston88@msn.com) for your chance win a (soiled) insole.
Oh, a big thank you to Lawrence for the boots!