Thursday, 12 December 2013

New boots

Well, quite new. I bought them on 22 November, at a shop in Chichester called Rachel George. They are by a German maker called Caprice, and are made of grey leather and grey waterproof fabric, with white laces, a white fleecy lining, and a grippy black rubber sole. Here are some pix:

And here they are, in action, alongside the boots of my natal female friend E--- at Scotney Castle yesterday (of which much more in tomorrow's post):

These new Caprice boots are warm and comfortable, and they must somehow look like ski boots, because people's first reactions so far have generally included lines like 'I didn't know it was going to snow tonight!' - clearly said in comedy, but lost on me of course, not having a sense of humour (although maybe I'll get one as a surprise Christmas present, batteries included I hope). The laces are just for show. There are discreet zips up the side of each boot, so you can get them on and off very easily.

I bought them for short but regular winter afternoon walks around the village and nearby towns, with some extra exercise in mind. I wanted footwear that would laugh at a cold day. It's too easy to use the lack of proper footwear as an excuse for staying indoors with the central heating full on. I needed boots that were no bother to put on and take off, boots to lure me away from buttered toast, endless cups of tea, and the ever-open arms of Morpheus.

Although the Caprice boots will cope with wet grass, they are much too pretty to get covered in mire. So in that respect they are not so versatile in snow and slush as the brown-and-tan Dubarry boots, which (in case you can't remember) look like this:

Not that I would like to spoil the Dubarry boots either, but they can take a little more punishment. Still, one does not abuse posh boots. They are too much of an investment. For farmyards, or for walking along any Sussex path in winter, it has to be the ultra-rugged, take-no-prisoners pale blue Joules wellies:

Sussex becomes one vast Wealden swamp in the wet. That's the natural state of the county, at least when one is down off the chalky South Downs. A bit of rain on any path or track - and especially anywhere that horses can go - and deep oozy mud instantly forms. People can get sucked under. Towns sink beyond trace. You need proper wellies. So when civilisation ends, and the lights go out, and the world turns into a misty waste, and nature takes over again, and wolves howl once more, I'll be stepping out in my blue wellies with the hens on them.

Meanwhile, the new grey Caprice boots must surely represent the pinnacle of ped attire this winter!

I wonder if I should now get a ski hat to enhance my image as a girl who spends her life on the piste? Or just stick to the apr├Ęs-ski?


  1. There is little that is more depressing than the lack of choice for those of us who have larger than size 8 uk feet and even my natal friends who have 8s and 9s find that they have a miserable choice too…

    Lack of any possible footwear is one of the things which made me think a change was going to be impossible...

  2. Fancy your realising that my new boots were size 8. Incredible - to be able to judge size at a glance, I mean.

    Older folk usually need roomy footwear, trans or natal. Spread-out flat feet, bent toes, corns and bunions all need space. It's odd that the choice in most ladies' shoes in high street shops doesn't reflect that fact.


  3. I don't know where your friends shop but I wear size 8 (41/42) and have no trouble finding fashionable shoes. Here is a site ( ) that sells large sizes for women though I don't use the Internet for buying shoes I am sure there are some decent shoes to be had. At this moment in time I am wearing a pair of 5" stilettos size 8 and without a platform. I am breaking them feet that is...LOL. I sometimes wear high heels at home for short periods so I can remain used to them. Well that's my excuse anyway.

    Shirley Anne x

  4. Shirley Anne, bet it helps with dusting high shelves...


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