It's what I'm going for. Heading into town very shortly as another long time time independent shoe shop is biting the dust. Very sad. But they're knocking out Sebago Schooner and Docksiders for £50.

As is my style, I've spent time attempting to perfect the (admittedly, still ridiculously large) capsule wardrobe of blues/greys/greens. and now find myself staring at it hoping for pastel blues and yellows. Mint green. I'll probably leave the long sock/loafer combo for those more confident. In fact maybe this spring I'll finally make the leap to leaving socks altogether?

Gingham or seersucker shorts. Maybe Nantucket red (shorts) pastel polo. driving shoes. Cotton jumper slung around my shoulder just in case. Puts a literal Spring in my step. No associations with earnest jazzers, or bulldog mods.

Maybe having Matt Monro or The Style Council as my imaginary soundtrack will assist with my imaginary life? Where I spend the majority of my time cruising between Greek islands. Or chasing my wife through poppy fields?

Feet are quite presentable. It’s my bright white, knobbly hairy ankles that may let me down.

Anyway, I’ve tentatively declared the season open. Pink cotton saddle shoulder, white bd and Levis ready to go tomorrow. Standard or cleat sole boat shoes depending on conditions.

The closing down shop had run out of my size Sebago, But I was more annoyed that I couldn’t squeeze into the size 7 pebble grain Cheaney derbies at £60

You won't catch me sockless anytime soon. In fact today I had a couple of pairs on. Woke up to the lowest temperature in Finland at -31C. Dog was none too keen to go outside even with his booties on.

Coming back in 3 weeks all being well. I think a JS visit might be on the cards as I will be travelling solo with a credit card burning a hole in my pocket.