Easter Sunday 9th April 2023.
It was absolutely perfect walking weather today! In fact, it's been a decent Bank Holiday weekend.
Because it was so lovely this morning, I decided to walk in to town from Weeping Cross. I'd normally go through Saxonfields then walk down Baswich Lane over the bridge and onto Tixall Road. Instead, I decided to walk to Bodmin and make my way onto Milford Road and then down Radford Bank. It was a quite a nice, refreshing walk.
However, by the time I got to Bodmin and was haunted by a strange 'squeaking noise'. At first I didn't take much notice but as I started to walk a little further I realised that the high pitched squeaking noise was coming from down below. More precisely, my feet! I couldn't move without my shoes/boots squeaking. I didn't bother worrying about it too much until I hit Radford Bank and the 'squeak... squeak... squeak' was getting louder. Or maybe it was because I knew what it was now. These things always seem far worse once you have identified the noise. It's a little like when your car starts making a noise. At first, you're in denial... 'its the car in front', as you pull up behind. Then, you pull away, they turn off the road - and it's still there.
The thing is, once I'd realised it was my shoes/boots - I then was trying to walk past folk along the Lichfield Road on my tiptoes - to not draw attention to my squeaky feet!
I finally made into town and got on air to do the 80's show - but let me tell you, I nearly walked back barefooted!
See ya soon for more inane rambling!
Stu
Squeak... squeak... squeak
