The upper of my right boot has started to
split. The sole still has plenty of tread, but I’m not sure why the upper has
weakened. It’s possible that I caught the upper on a nail or barbed wire that
caused a slight tear; or more likely, my feet are moving faster than my boots,
and have started to break out. It’s tough for manufacturers to make boots
that move as fast as my feet.
It really isn’t possible to repair the boot, but with the
magic of duct tape, I have attempted to reinforce the upper to slow further
tearing. I know the fix would work in dry Utah, but I doubt the
tape will hold in wet England. Still, the uppers need last only six more weeks
and 450 more miles to complete their task.
In any event, these boots will be retired at the end of this
walk, and will not be returning home with me. I suspect that the US
agricultural inspectors are rooting for the boots to last the entire walk,
because if I buy new boots, the new ones will be coming home.
My private tour of the theater was led by a charming
guide named Pat. I can't remember everything she said, so I'm making up a lot that follows.
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| Pat |
The Richmond Georgian Theater dates from 1788, and is one
of several built throughout northern England to accommodate roaming performers, but is the only one remaining. Aside from updated engineering to comply
with fire and safety regulations, most of the theater retains its original
construction. Some parts that were lost forever as the building evolved to
other uses over the centuries, were lovingly restored as accurately as historians could
reconstruct from information known about other lost theaters.
I’m told that all stages slope towards the audience. In a small
theater, the slope is very pronounced. But even large stages slope, especially
in Utah where productions involve water.
The little theater originally held as many as 400 people.
But over-indulgence in beer and ice cream now limits the occupancy to 200. If I wear my boots to tonight's performance, there will be many fewer.
