Comfy shoes no matter what - almost!

My whirlwind  trip has finally come to an end and although I was a little hesitant going with my daughter, it was a good decision. The only disagreement was how to read a map. Admitting that my reduced hearing ( I do not need a hearing aide ) was a problem at airports and train stations was a bit difficult. Having a companion who could interpret the messages was reassuring, if it meant that I didn't miss the trip! The plan to take only take the basics was lined with good intentions; try and pack a few days before and cull cull cull would be a note to myself next time travel is on the menu. Carrying a heavy case of unwanted clothing leaves less room for anything to be bought. Instead of taking the three pairs of shoes, all that was necessary was a new pair of Nike walkers. They supported the arches and bunions - an outcome of a of a life well lived. The exception to their suitability was a visit to a three hatted  restaurant  in London where a bottle of wine was 125 pounds. Unfortunately my Nike walkers were a little out of place here, even for a Bazza McKenzie.