My new under-thirty-quid walking shoes are definitely dry-weather affairs. They seem to soak up the water from all directions. Not for many a moon have my feet been quite so wet.
To be fair to them, nor had the rest of me, supposedly waterproof clothing notwithstanding. Time to revamp my walking wardrobe - I've been lulled into a false sense of good weather security. Lucky that they could sunbathe and dry out today.
Back to boots when rain threatens . . .
The shoes have been sprayed, the boots have been waxed, fingers are crossed . . . who says women are obsessed with shoes?