They are Dunlop purofort wellies, which is the kind I had before, but these are the reinforced kind, so I hope will be a little more resistant to sharp tree-roots, sharp slates buried in mud, unexpected lumps of granite and etcs than my previous pair. Purofort is definitely worth paying for: these are both warmer than ordinary plastic wellies, and much more comfortable. I walked a couple of miles in them today and they were FINE.
The aftermath of a couple of miles walk in horrible mizzling rain:
Brythen did actually let me dry him off with a towel before this, which pleased me greatly. For many years Brythen had quite a fear of towels, but he seems to have got over it at last.
What else have I done this week? Oh yes, we had lunch with my mother yesterday and I am stupidly behind on work as is fairly usual for December / January and really need to get my act together. Despite this, and having resolved to work this weekend, I didn't.
Instead my Fëanor / War of Wrath story has mysteriously grown to over 56,000 words, which is by far the longest thing I've ever written (next closest being the Arthurian thing I was writing, which I think of as Arthur and the Volvo. That seems to have got stuck at 47000, though I am determined to finish it eventually, I really don't write fast enough to be able to face the prospect of abandoning 47,000 words without completing them!) I thought my Fëanor story had an ending, but I keep changing my mind about it and adding things. Plus, there is still quite a lot of War of Wrath to add to the middle. I've only got to FA 549, so there's a good 38 years of war left.
