Yesterday my favourite thongs (that’s flip-flops for all you people thinking dirty thoughts) broke, again. These are my Nagore thongs that I bought shortly after moving to Barcelona. They were made out of completely recycled material, the soul / base is an old car tyre, unfortunately the way the leather straps were attached to the car tyre don’t seem as sturdy as the tyre (which hasn’t worn since the day I bought them), it broke once in Australia and I had them repaired and now that’s broken. As soon as I can afford a new pair I’ll buy some, until then I’m left with a green pair from springfield that I’ve inherited.
hēg denuThe old english words from which my name is derived, hēg 'hay' + denu 'valley'.