"Where does Kevin live?" I asked, after J gave me the number.
"Isle of Wight" she replied.
Stunned silence for a moment: "I'm in Portsmouth!"
I tried to ring, but got no connection. The bloke at the guest house said the number was a mobile & might be switched off. But K announced her intention of taking advantage of the good weather by visiting the Isle today anyway, so under persuasion I trekked to the Information Centre and tried ringing again. This time I got through and was told the shop would be open until about 5. We took the hovercraft to Ryde after which we split up and I took a train and bus to Ventnor on the other side of the island. I found the address without difficulty and entered. 20 minutes and £190 later I walked out with a pair of soldier's closed shoes and another pair of ladies green latchets with raised wooden heels. I am so stoked, I have been embarrassing myself by wearing a hand-me down pair of B's which are marginally better than my own old falling apart pair but, being a couple of sizes too large, flap on my feet like paddles. The Captain has been commenting too but I think he'll be impressed now *g*.
Here's the website: