Strange looking down....

.... and seeing new black boots when I’m gardening. By “new” I mean provided at work in late 2014 (they’ve been packed away since); they were only worn a few times before I retired. I got their cherished predecessor, (green leather with red soles!), for a work trip to Shetland in the early 1990s - shortly afterwards they were replaced as standards changed. Always comfortable, but they’re burst now and coming apart; a few more weeks gardening in them, but no hard graft.

Family FaceTime was short and fine. Younger son had visited his brother late afternoon so was missing during the chat.

Short evening walk.