I had a quick dash into the hills this afternoon to get some gear photies. Part of my get-up were the mesh-uppered Montrail Streaks (brilliant shoes, I’ll do an update soon. Ish).
I’m striding uphill and I had the unexpected and strangest, yet so familiar sensation of cold water rushing into my shoe when I was crossing some bog. Months of wearing waterproof mids and the like seems to have stopped me looking where I was going. But it wasn’t unpleasant, after a couple of paces the temperature evens out and good socks and shoes mean there was no rubbing or whining. Lucky that, I was to repeat the same incident several times.
Anyway, the whole affair felt like “not winter”. Looks like I’ll be back in shoes more and more again.