My Old Winter Boots

I thought my boots were making a bit of noise as I walked. When I investigated, it was clear that the sole was parting company with the upper. I was very nearly "down on my uppers", as my mum used to say. Or "F**k my old boots!" as my dad used to say. My parents have some strange sayings.
So, I thought that the boots would come in handy for a blip before they go to meet the cobbler in the sky. We've done quite a few miles together over the last ten years or more and I think that this image is a fitting send off.