As we puttered through Trebes (on the Canal du Midi), we entered a lock and saw Le Moulin restaurant. Then we spotted shade and a safe place to tie up.
I rarely wear dresses, I never wear high-heels and absolutely never wear make-up. Call me lazy or natural – I don’t care!
For this special night, I wore a dress and heels. The shoes were given to me via a friend of a friend - they no longer wanted them. They looked brand new, and they weren’t so ridiculously high that I couldn’t walk. The pathway to the restaurant was short too – what could go wrong?
Trying to adjust to my new height and worrisome dress with no straps! I tottered up the road arm in arm with my best buddy for seventeen years.
A delightful evening ensued. Noel and I are never short of conversation, quite the opposite. We sat, giggled, reminisced, laughed, grinned and ate the most fabulous meal.
Walk this way
‘Let’s take a stroll into town,’ suggests Noel.
‘Okay,’ I say confidently. Wearing the shoes for the hundred-metre walk so far had been a complete success, my dress hadn’t wriggled down to reveal my boobs and a litre of wine (shared!) had bolstered my confidence.
As we tottered along the road my left foot kept sliding out from the side of my shoe.
‘I can’t walk in these, I don’t know what’s going on,’ I said as I stumbled and tittered. As we reached town, I looked down and saw that my shoes had disintegrated.
Barefoot and fancy free
‘That’s okay, I can go barefooted.’ As we walked through the small town people stared, but they just thought, ‘another tipsy woman,’ and smiled.
Then we reached the gravel path.
‘Here, take my shoes.’ said Noel. I looked down as Noel stepped out of his paint-splattered work sandals.
I peered around furtively as a young couple were catching us up. ‘Quick quick,’ I giggled, ‘they’ll see us.’
Like a pair of silly drunks, we clung on to each other as I slipped my small feet into Noel’s enormous shoes.
For the rest of the way home we regularly swapped shoes, we picked wild flowers from the side of the road and we both realised how soft our feet had become. During our sailing days they were a lot tougher.
We passed the restaurant again and heads turned as I let out a squawk of laughter as we swapped shoes once again.
We made it back to the boat, intact I thought, until I looked down and noticed my dress had slide half-way down my chest!
I’m so lucky to have found Noel. He woke up the next day singing, and saying, “I am truly blessed.”.....
....... and, I am too.
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