FIRST MINISTER Rhodri Morgan has magic shoes.
At least, that is the explanation offered when The Western Mail asked how a pair of shoes that Mr Morgan had accidentally left in Cardiff found their way to Brighton.
"They grew little wings and they flew up here," said an aide, in an airy sort or way.
It started as the sort of sartorial nightmare faced by any modern politician, particularly one as famous for his style of dressing as Mr Morgan.
Imagine the horror. You are about to address the Labour Party Conference when you suddenly realise you've gone and packed your brown boots to go with your dark suit.
Now, you could walk 100 yards to Brighton's bustling high street and buy a pair of cheap black shoes. Or you could, perhaps, spend more than three times that amount to put another pollution-belching limo onto the roads to whisk your missing pumps from South Wales to south England.
Of course, the sure-footed Mr Morgan did not have to worry about either of these options. His shoes can fly, says his aide. No doubt they have wings on the heels like those of Mercury, the messenger of the gods.