Hettie Brown had wild chestnut hair that had a whole mind of its own, the only way of taming it was to capture it securely under her hat.
Her face was covered in freckles, and Grammy said that if you were to join up every little freckle on that dear Pixie face, you would see a map of the whole universe. Hettie Brown was not sure if this was true, as she had never, to this day, tried it.
She lived in a little Romani wagon, down a small lane near Mr Diggery’s farm. In Springtime If you walked on from the Romani Wagon and past Old Diggery’s place, if you looked up, and not at your feet, as some have a habit of doing, you would happen upon, spread before you like woven gold, the most beautiful buttercup meadow. If you were to sit quietly amongst the buttercups for a while, you may even hear the old cuckoo.
Hettie Brown was a child of the Earth and the Trees and the Sky, she was as near to a wild thing as a girl could be, whilst always remembering to say her pleases and thank you’s, and being quite polite, like her Grammy had taught her.
As Grammy said ‘nobody likes folks who are rude, and who don’t mind their manners’.
Grammy was old, in all her life with all the people she had ever seen, hettie brown could not recall ever having met anyone as old and wise as Grammy. She had white hair, hair that had once, it is said, been just the colour of the sky, as the sun is going to bed and sinking down low into its bed. The most beautiful wild auburn hair.
The red boots arrived in a thunder storm…
Hettie Brown had not known she had needed red boots until she owned them, she had not realised how important a pair of red boots would be.
The red boots arrived tucked under Grammy’s arm……
Grammy sat next to the little pot stove to dry, the thunder crashed outside. And as Grammy helped her into the Red Boots Hettie Brown could tell they were the kind of boots that had had a good life, but yet also had a lot of living left to do, if only they were to find the right feet to do that living with.
Once upon her feet, after each boot button had been threaded in turn, not with black boot laces, but scarlet ribbon, wearing two pairs of think woollen socks, as the boots were a little too big, ‘that ell be room to grow’ said Grammy. Hettie Brown could not help herself but to look at her feet.
Grammy said the boots had been her very own when she was a girl, just as now they belonged to Hettie and it was her job to look after them, as a good pair of boots, she said, were pretty hard to come by, especially red ones.
Grammy told Hettie Brown that her own Pa had found the boots a long, long time ago when she was just a girl.
Outside the rain fell and the thunder crashed and the little pot stove spluttered and hissed every time the rain came down the chimney pot of the old Vardo. Inside it was warm and cosy, Grammys eyes got that far away look that they sometimes have, she said how she had watched as Pa pulled out the boots from his knapsack, telling her then as he fastened the ruby red ribbons around every boot button in turn….
‘Well my little pixie, if ever there were two things in life I could be sure of , one is that today is your lucky day for sure, and two, if ever a pair of feet were meant for a pair of red boots like these, then yours are those feet’
Grammy smiled at those memories then she smiled at Hettie Brown and she said
“So if you happen to be a child of the Earth and the Trees and the Sky, and if you happen to one day be given the most beautiful pair of red boots that you ever did see, well you wear them with pride, and you tell your story….. For it is said little Pixie, that you can tell an awful lot about a person by looking at their boots”
The End xx