I took a picture of this lonely shoe today. It was on a hedgerow. I imagined that it had belonged to a frisky farmer, who in the heat of passion (perhaps with a person) behind the hedgerow, had kicked off his shoes. In shame, this one had remained hidden in the grass. It looks too boring a shoe to have enjoyed the sight of a farmer getting frisky in the bushes. Guernsey.

Tash Gray

May 05, 2015