I cannot remember if it was Eric Shipton, Chris Brasher or Mowgli who wrote that one elephant on your feet is equivalent to ten elephants on your back, but whoever it was they had obviously never had their foot stood on by an elephant, let alone having carried ten of the blighters on their back. I know this as I once ran over my own foot with the fork-lift truck that I was driving. If a fork lift truck is heavy then my guess is that an elephant is even more so.
There has been a great deal of chatter about ultra-light gear over at Andy Howell's place. Having waded my way through his article and all the (currently) 69 comments, I thought that maybe, just maybe, it might be time to take stock of my entrenched, firmly held, indeed finely honed views, on footwear. Maybe it is time to have a re-think.
But I am an old dog and this could possibly lead to a new trick? Best tread carefully then.
I found myself in Cambridge this afternoon, in a bit of town I don't usually frequent. You know how it is - you see an outdoor shop - the golden haired sirens calling mesmerically. You cannot resist. You are dragged in, with all the will power of a lemming. Even the pimply yoof loitering about, purporting to be a shop-keeper, cannot dissuade you from examining, nay, fondling the goods. They are pretty things. Precioussssssss. Oh yessssssss.
And that's how I joined the super ultra-lightweight boys! I didn't know what I was doing. Honest, Phil!
A pair of new Plimsolls are now sitting on my desk as I type this.