It is with profound sadness I announce the demise of my faithful, wonderful boots.
Having worn them most days for several monthis prior to walking the Camino, they became like a pair of comfortable old slippers, very precious and homely and, very importantly, part of me.
Unfortunately a bit of stitching broke and they became "unmendable". They have been left in the shop in which they were "born" one year ago and in return I have been given an identical pair. However, they might look the same, be from the same manufacturer BUT they aren't the same.
Maybe one day, after I have walked the Camino again next year, I might think about them differently. Meantime, I grieve the loss of my dear old ones.
Anyone else ever felt the same?