The Joy of Socks

Few pleasures can exceed the first time you slide your feet into a cosy new pair of walking socks.

I decided the time had come to invest in some new ones when I realised that the worn thin, saggy and holey ones I was wearing at the weekend were 18 years old...

They had trekked in the Himalaya, hiked in Yosemite, climbed in the Andes and New Zealand Alps, skied down French Alps and bagged a fair few Munros. They'd done pretty well considering - so replaced with the same brand.