A sad goodbye to my faithful walking shoes of 20 years…..

For those walkers out there amongst you, you’ll understand this blog better than most.

When you find comfortable walking shoes, it’s an absolute delight. To walk miles and miles and miles, the shoes have to be right and I found mine about 12 years ago in York when I moved there the first time round. I’m finding it hard to work out the exact year, time merging and difficult to configure….but amazingly when I started hunting around in my memory box for clues I was astonished to find it was 20 years!!!! I remember buying the shoes when I knew I’d be doing the 3 peaks and the medal is the proof of the date

I rented a flat by the River Foss at first and worked at the hospital…..again was it that flat first or the one next to the hospital….🤔…anyway, doesn’t matter. My walking shoes spent many a day, taking me miles. York is so compact, so neat that you don’t need to drive anywhere within York if like walking. Up and down the River Ouse I’d go, up to the Bishops Palace, down past Milennium Bridge and through town back home. North, south, east and west, I simply walked and walked.

I took part in the Global walking challenge one year as part of a hospital team and hospital initative to get people walking. I forget how long we had to notch up the miles, but I remember coming 3rd in the hospital walking hundreds of thousands of steps….all with my faithful walking shoes…

During this period my trek to do the 3 Yorkshire Peaks was also added to the amount – walking the 25 miles within 12 hours was the target. I did it in 9 hours 1 minute….that minute still rankles 😂


 I must have gone to my paradise of  Keswick dozens of times with my trusty shoes

As dementia took away the ability to tie shoe laces, I thought that was to be the end of them, as all walking shoes seem to come with laces,  until I found my new found friends of ‘no tie shoe laces’ and Sarah replaced the laces for me and on I went wearing my trusty shoes….

Well now they’re well and truly worn out, bit like me really. They let in the rain and the heels are worn right down. It was my daughter Gemma, who said that they may still make them, look on line….😳….this chink of hope at having the exact replacement tinged with a shadow of doubt at being able to get them…

But guess, what, they still make them. The very shop I bought them from originally in York, still sells them now…..🙌🙌🙌…..so I ordered some immediately…they arrived within the week and Sarah threaded the no tie laces into them..They fitted like the proverbial glove and felt just the same…

But what to do with my old faithfuls? It wouldn’t be fair to take them to the charity shop, letting in water and the soles worn right down. I wouldn’t dream of sending them to landfill…..🤔…..then suddenly a spark of an idea filled my head….they can stay with me and retire to the garden instead….


About wendy7713

On the 31st July 2014 I was diagnosed with Young Onset Dementia. I may not have much of a short term memory anymore but that date is one I’ll never forget. I’m 58 years young, live happily alone in Yorkshire, have 2 daughters and I’m currently still in full time employment in the NHS. However, I’m now in the process of taking early retirement to give me a chance of enjoying life while I’m still me. I've started this blog to allow me, in the first instance, to write all my thoughts before they’re lost. If anyone chooses to follow my ramblings it will serve as a way of raising awareness on the lack of research into Alzheimer's. It will hopefully convey the helplessness of those diagnosed with dementia, as there is no cure – the end is inevitable. However, I’m also hoping I can convey that, although we've been diagnosed, people like me still have a substantial contribution to make; we still have a sense of humour; we sill have feelings. I’m hoping to show the reality of trying to cope on a day to day basis with the ever-changing environment that dementia throws at those diagnosed with the condition. What I want is not sympathy. What I want is simply to raise awareness.

24 thoughts on “A sad goodbye to my faithful walking shoes of 20 years…..

  1. I can’t believe how emotional I felt reading about someone else’s shoes Wendy. Or how glad I was that there was a happy ending. You really are a fantastic story teller. Great to see you made such good use of them & still do. xx

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  2. What a lucky and wonderful solution! Lucky in that you were able to get the same shoe so many years later – I am envious, as I cannot replace my favorites. And wonderful in finding a new home and use for your old treasures! You are always an inspiration, Wendy! You are extending a Life Well Lived into… well, forever, maybe, through all the folks you inspire! 🙂

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  3. Well done for recycling your old walking boots Wendy. Saw a similar thing on The Knowsley Flower Show’s virtual site today as this years show has been cancelled due to COVID 19. The lady had put plants and flowers in her children’s outgrown Wellington boots around the garden; which I thought was a lovely idea!

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  4. I was just going to suggest using them as planters, but you got there first! They do that at the local Primary School with old wellies too.

    I can really understand your worries when your old faithfuls eventually gave up the ghost – that’s why, when I find a comfy pair, I always buy two (sometimes more) in different colours.

    Enjoy your wanderings in the new shoes, no-tie laces and all! x

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  5. Such a good idea. Glad you are still able to do all that walking. I know you dont live in York anymore but your village looks lovely. My Auntie and Uncle used to live in Osbaldwick and my grandparents lived along Malton Road, York. Also my great grandparents came from Heworth and Pocklington. My Mum had friends who lived in New Earswick. Miss to visiting all my relatives who are no longer with me.

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  6. I used to love walking, back before I lost my balance. My favourite place was across the Moors, really blew the cobwebs away. Myself and some friends once climbed a mountain in the Lake District, Red Pike. Unfortunately, half way to the summit a dense mountain dog came down. We thought we were heading in a straight line over the top and down into Ennerdale. When we reached the base we were horrified to find that we were back in Conniston where we had started 😂🤣xx

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