I’m not getting the fashion for trendily-coloured Wellington boots. Maybe it was my junior years spent squelching about in ill-fitting and malodorous gumboots that did it.
I’m beginning to regret wearing my Docs today. Breaking in a pair of Docs is a multiweek process for me, involving blisters, anklemeat and sticking plaster.
I bought these particular Docs years ago. I bought a pair of Blundstones at the same time. Since they didn’t need any breaking in, the Docs were consigned to the shed. I found them a few months ago while searching for a derailleur tool, and finally cleaned them up last night.
At the moment, my ankles are merely a bit raw. In a couple of days, you could boil my socks for soup …