Took Rosie the cocker spaniel for a walk through Crow Nest Wood and back to Pat’s via the railway station. At every fork in the path, Rosie tried to turn towards home. This laziness on her behalf introduced me to a new footpath I wasn’t previously aware of that proved a far more pleasant, albeit shorter, route than the one I’d planned to take.
When I got home, I discovered the metal lace-loop of one of my walking boots had snapped right off. The metal had been badly corroded. I’ve only had the boots two years. The previous pair (same brand and model name) lasted just short of 20 years. When I went online to see if there was any sort of guarantee, I came across a bulletin board bemoaning the fall of this once great brand since being bought by a major conglomerate and having all of its manufacturing outsourced to sweatshops in the Far East. A brand I’ve recommended to friends and family has, it turns out, been transformed into cheap crap. There’s capitalism for you.
“…wonderful. Science and history and geography and evolution and culture all tangled up in musings while walking about the moors around Hebden Bridge.”—PZ Myers
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