Just a quick look around the top of Ben Nevis in summer 2014.
Dead; not my corner of the internet – this is just pining for the fjords, but my poor walking boots.
A couple of thousand miles.
Three mountain ranges.
One dead pair of walking boots.
Spending the Royal Wedding bank holiday wandering around the Scottish Highlands including Ben Nevis finally finished them off. The laces snapped at airport security and a gash in the side opened up descending the Ben. The soles have leaked since January.