These Boots Are Made For Walking…and The Law of Attraction — Part One

About a month ago, I was out walking when the thought came to me that I really needed a new pair of walking boots.  The walking boots that I was wearing, more of a walking shoe really, had seen better days.  The sole was beginning to show wear and tear, clearly damaged from years of pounding the pavements and walking country paths.  I had put in the mileage on my footwear, and it was time for a new pair.  

I knew that a new pair of walking boots would not be cheap.  A good quality pair with a decent hard wearing sole is always likely to cost a little more.  The ones with softer tread on the sole never last me that long.  They may look good, but they don't last.  As the saying goes, you get what you pay for, but I do like to get a bargain.  That is not so easy in these Cost of Living crisis times.  Mind you I've always lived a fairly frugal life and when it comes to footwear I've usually managed to find a bargain, either from a charity shop or a car boot sale (flea market in the USA).  I couldn't rely on that happening this time, but I wondered if my current walking boots would hold out until a bargain came along. 

The need for a new pair of boots was on my mind.

And then something strange happened.  Really strange.

A week later I was out walking, a trek to an appointment, someone I had to see, which was about four miles from where I live. It was a journey that I have made many times before, and there were several routes that I could take to get there. In the end I chose a route and then changed it when I was half way there.  A little further on I changed it again, deciding to take a scenic walk through a few fields, finally ending on a road that I had not walked for many years.  

It was there that I had my out of the ordinary, strange experience.   

I approached a bend in the road and there on the grass verge was a pair of walking boots just lying there about eight feet apart as if they had been thrown from a passing car. I went over and picked them up expecting them to be worn down, tatty, old and falling apart.  They seemed as good as new, just a little dusty, the kind of dust that boots pick up on a building site. I decided to take the boots with me, so I put them in my backpack.  There was just enough room.  I would decide what to do with them after my appointment.

When my meeting was over, I was walking back via a different route.  I found a bench to sit on and decided to check out the boots.  They were a good make, The North Face. They were in excellent condition, didn't even look like they had been worn much.  I put them on, not expecting them to fit. Remarkably, they were a perfect fit, exactly my size. I walked the rest of the way home in them, about three miles.  They were the most comfortable walking boots that I had ever worn. 

I did a web check later on how much these boots would cost new.  The price range for similar boots was around £100 minimum.  As I walked in them I knew they were good quality, the sole was of a harder tread. The type of boot that would last years.  It was as if they had been left in the road just for me.

As the saying goes, I had got lucky in my find, or perhaps it was something more?