I love shuffling through the dead leaves that gather in clumps on pathways; the rustling is so soothing and it brings back memories of childhood when it was a forbidden pleasure because of the risk of dirtying new shoes. Now my adult foot revives those times - clad in my day-old purple footware. Purple? Oh yes - something else I could not have as they were unobtainable after the war. I just had to buy them now.
PS I did clean my shoes afterwards in case of ash disease.