Come Fly With Me

I’m afraid your eyes do not deceive you. Yes, there is new footwear on the table. Had I blipped them on the floor I would have had to adopt a position from which I might never have risen to wear them.

I know there is the old adage about bad luck coming to someone putting new shoes on the table, but since these are boots, I have declared myself immune to such nonsense. Time will tell.

These boots are a delightful pre birthday present from His Lordship. They were bought on a whim this morning on a flying coffee visit to Peebles, a place where the cranberry and walnut scones get the Dower House scone rating of10/10 and are a substitute for at least 2 meals. I have blipped one as an extra.

In the past my well developed calves in conjunction with my dinky feet and length challenged legs have conspired to rule out any boot longer than ankle length, so it was amazing to find a pair that zipped up and didn’t interfere with my knees bending. They were in the bag quicker than saying “Bob’s your uncle”. Good old Fly!

HL thinks a whip and a mask will complete my booted image. I don’t know why the mask, I might prefer a horse myself.