They said it would rain all day. It did. They called it a storm but I called it ‘set-in rain’ of the kind that occurred during my Western Australian childhood and which doesn’t any more. It was persistent and of varying intensity.
Well before the end of the first block from my Berkeley (California) hotel, the sole of my right shoe had sprung a leak. My toes were damp by the second. I classed the sock as ‘wet’ by the end of the fourth and I could feel the water flowing over the top of my foot with each step along the sixth. In shops, I wasn’t sure whether to stand on the wood and create a slipping hazard as water leaked out or stand on the carpet and create a future mould spot. Continue reading