Morris clogs

Between the showers I worked in the garden and filled the brown bin, ready for the garden waste to be collected tomorrow for the last time this year. Still lots of pruning and cutting back to do, so no doubt we'll be making several trips to the tip over the winter months.

Much as I'd like to think I could dance North West Morris again, I've finally realised that it isn't going to happen - my ankles and knees are in no fit state. So when I saw an appeal on Facebook for Morris clogs in my size, I  - rather reluctantly - offered mine. The person had already accepted the offer of another pair, but maybe someone else will take them. It would be good to know they're 'dancing' again, rather than sitting at the bottom of my wardrobe!