I hate camping. I think man and society has evolved sufficiently for me to be able to spend my leisure time in somewhere with a roof, a telly and a bar. If I am asked along on a camping trip I politely refuse. However, sometimes, and as a fan of music and sport in particular, I am forced to spend long periods of time standing still in outdoor spaces. Rather than show up in jeans and trainers and make everyone miserable with my moaning, I tend to want to be warm and dry. When I went to the Ryder Cup in Wales in October a year or so back (and Wales + October should give you a clue as to the state of the weather) I used the services of Oswald Bailey to keep me sane. They kicked me out with a decent pair of boots and some waterproof strides that were both practical and stylish. These items are now gathering dust in a cupboard. read more