Wandering home from the museum after a very quiet day I passed this in one of the centuries old rights of way. Today this is merely a path between houses but it has been in use since time immemorial, which means a long time ago. Plastic bags, crisp packets, tin cans and the like can often be found lying about the streets of this litter mad society, but in this town sights like this are rare, indeed never seen before. Who and why has someone dumped all these old boots here I wonder? Did someone rob a bag from a charity shop and get the wrong stuff? Is it a foot fetishist who has changed his mind?
While enduring 20 odd years on London such sights were not unusual, indeed round our way they were common before gentrification took hold. In this wasteland the tipping is usually done in a farmers field well away from homes and usually of trade waste, not second hand footwear. I must keep a look out for a family with no shoes. Then I will know the culprit. What did I do about it did you ask? Nothing........
I found this also, a picture of a Glasgow shop!
4 comments:
How very strange!
Both the pile of discarded shoes and boots; and the sign above the bottles of alcohol!
A meal in a bottle? When you've got your barefoot in your mouth...wash it down with some alcohol; easy meal and no washing up necessary!
During the summer of 1975, I went on a trip to the state of Washington with my scoutmaster and his family. Along the way, people would ask us where we were from, and I started noticing that several of them would subtly look down at our feet after we told them that we were from the southwestern part of Missouri, just north of the Arkansas line. Later on, I was informed that they were checking to see if we had shoes on. Sigh.
Lee, Normal for Glasgow.
Jerry, Ooooh, laugh out loud time there! I can imagine that scenario.
Yep robbing a charity shop is my suggestion too. The glasgow pic is priceless, enter it for a contest! :)
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