DRYMEN TO MILNGAVIE
DISTANCE: 13.2 MILES
START TIME: 0730 HOURS
FINISH TIME: 1200 HRS
TOTAL DISTANCE: 312.36 MILES
What a brilliant walk, valley walking with the mountains behind me, a small hill to climb and then a descent into Milngavie, where Dannie I was hoping would pick me up, if of course he had forgiven me for my blog about him. Today was a gentle stroll and stroll I did.
Now yesterday, I had to have a one to one with my boots. For 15 days the boots and my feet had not been getting along, the boots wanted to mould my feet into some weird shape, whereas my feet wanted a compfy ride to lands End. So to break this fued I had no choice but to sit them down and sort the drama out.
Well after an initial discussion with the boots, it transpired that the boots resented being boots at all, They it seem wanted not to be Boots for walking, but a Ladies Handbag, being carried around the world and pampered. Well I said to the boots that was not the feet's fault but the maker of the boots. The boots also complained that all I ever did for the Boots was drag them kicking and screaming through mountain tracks forestry blocks and cow dung and sheep sxxx. I apparrently then just disgard them as soon as the tab is done for the Flip Flops. The boots were jealous of the flip flops as they travel in style in the bergan and come out into clean places after the boots have been turfed into the corner, stinking away. The Flip flops on the other hand are treated, like royalty. It seemed that some councilling and some compromise was called for.
I agreed that if the boots would mould themselves to the feet, for the duration of the route and act as Boots should do then I would after the event, pay for the boots to have professional councilling and turn them into a Handbag. It was the best I could come up with at the spur of the moment. I will also not discard them as soon as the daily tab is over but, clean them.
I asked the boots if they could read and they replied they had skipped that part at Boot walking school, it seemed that my boot's were not the brightous of boots, graduating in last place out of 3600 in the class. Great I thought for as soon as the tab is over they're going in the bin. Bloody Pikey boots, they try and hold you over a Barrel. Its always all about them.
Today was a very pleasant walk and the Pikey boot's kept there end of the bargain and worked well with the feet, yea ha and deep joy.
Now there are some out there who are self righteous, so stay away from telling my boot's.