A single shoe from Brighton.
A single shoe isn't usually much use to anyone.
A single shoe that's mostly fallen apart, having been in the sea for some time, is even less use.
Nevertheless, I've kept this old shoe for the last twenty years.
Found on Brighton beach, it's survived many a house move and countless throw outs.
It still smells of the sea, even now, but why I kept it, I don't know.
It's not as if it's any use.
But then few of my random things are.