Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

The Tale of Two Shoes


Tom left home for university last weekend. He left behind  I what I call his ‘Bertie Basset’ shoes, he’s consigned  them to the bin, they are shoes that have worked and played hard, latterly in the kitchens of the village pub, can you tell?


Bertie shoes_


I hold his Bertie Bassets  in as much affection as I do his very first shoes, little Clarks blue T bar shoes, with a racing car embroidered on the the front, bought of course from the special shoe shop*. I still have those shoes in a box in the loft, as you do, with birth cards and his first drawings from nursery. As mementos of my sons journey to adulthood and setting off out into the wide world.

However, on reflection, I’ve decided that a photo of these shoes will suffice, I don’t need to keep them; the worn shoes of a teenager are a very different thing to those of a toddler!


*If I read that post, from 2007, I’ll start crying again, I know I will.


Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

7 thoughts on “The Tale of Two Shoes

  1. It’s a funny old time this, when our children tootle off to uni. A right royal rollercoaster ride of emotions.
    At some point, and it’ll likely be a while yet I’d guess, you’ll suddenly realise how much more time you have to do other stuff.
    And I’m sure Tom will be having a whale of a time… er… studying.

  2. There is something about shoes. Not sure what it is. They are something personal about the person wearing them, yet taken for granted. Yet to see someone else’s shoes can tell a very interesting story about them. Love that you can see his personality in them…the different colored laces, the way that he takes them off without untying them, even the fact that the left shoe seems more worn than the right.
    It is a sentimental time for you….just wait until the second goes off. Good and bad rolled together.

  3. As you know, I couldn’t have children – but we could have doggies – and we keep Bing’s collars bless xxx he is here, next to me on the settee watching Match of the Day – his choice!

  4. This post made me smile! xx

  5. Oh, gosh, I just read this link
    Perhaps you could use them as planters 😉 … or how about storage for Spud’s tennis balls…

    Those shoes do indeed have stories to tell…they’ve put on a lot of mileage, and obviously were favorites. And now he’s off to uni, leaving them and you behind 😦 ((*Hugs to you*)) It’s a weird feeling, and a big adjustment, I know. Hopefully he keeps in touch and will be home on school breaks before too long. Mine always brought home laundry 😉

  6. I used to hate giving up my old shoes and wore them until they were long past saving … I used to paint their portraits when they were finally beyond wearing even for me. I still have a couple of the paintings … photos are easier though!

  7. No, not so, you should hang on to these. There is no place in the user manual they pass out to parents that says you ever have to stop holding on to this part of their lives.

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