The prompt this week was ‘but my poor old feet’
I tried, I really did, to keep up with the others. They were fitter, younger, faster. And seemingly better equipped for the journey. I plodded on but my poor old feet were squashed into old boots that were falling apart and had developed a leak just to add to my misery. Each time I looked up I seemed to have fallen even further behind. I rummaged in my pockets for a sweet to keep me going, but found only empty wrappers. On reaching the summit, clouds came in and we could see nothing.