Crocs

When I first went to New Zealand I met Crocs. Who, I wondered, would wear plastic shoes? Answer: everyone. Even I have a pair for when it's muddy round The Cottage. Martin in his capacity as a dentist wears white ones and in his capacity as a man-in-the-garden wears brown ones. In short they are popular and much copied. The true Crocs are the most comfortable, lightest footwear around. I have to say that I really didn't think that they would take off in the UK. How wrong can one be? When we were in Keswick CJ and I came across the following display outside a (rather smart) shoe-shop. Both thought it was bloggable. So here it is:

Where's He Gone Now?

CJ and I came to the Wirral via Keswick today. It was a bit of a trip down memory lane because CJ and I spent many holidays with Mum and Dad in the Lake District. Keswick is very different of course, although we were quite surprised at how many things were the same as they were 40 years ago. It will be interesting to compare some of today's photos with those of that era. Needless to say the hounds were not there then.

Those of you who read my posting when I reversed the car into the VW Polo might be interested to know that, as far as I can recall, the previous time that I reversed a car into something was when Mum and Dad, CJ and Phil and I were on holiday in the Lake District. I hit a post holding a parking sign in Keswick and the car was a Ford Zephyr. In my defence on that occasion it was raining heavily. The post was where the bollards are just outside the shop that is now Julian Graves.

We had lunch at a perfectly ordinary tea shop with good food and excellent service. What stood out, though, was the tables, the tops of which were made of a glass sandwich with dried wheats, flowers and the like.