I was going to run back, but the route was all uphill and sitting on the tram was a more attractive option. Once inside the carriage, I was even able to take off my orange running shoes and pop them into my grey handbag.
Of course, I forgot the bag when I left the tram. I returned to look for my running shoes only to find that someone else was already wearing them. The woman’s husband had even had time to shave down the heels and soles to his wife’s requirements, so now the shoes were of no use to me at all. I let the woman keep them.