Sitting amongst the heather hearing Red Deer Stags bark and roar in the distance staking his claim on the Doe’s, challenging any young upstart wanting to chance his luck…
Sitting amongst the heather hearing Red Deer Stags bark and roar in the distance staking his claim on the Doe’s, challenging any young upstart wanting to chance his luck…
I’ve worn my Razorbacks for over 2 years and have been on every hike and adventure I’ve had in that time. My latest being a week long solo adventure into the Caledonian Forest in the Scottish Highlands.
I spent the week hiking off piste with no paths, roads, wading through streams, hiking through abrasive heather and grass tussocks with 30kg of weight on my back. My Jim Green Razorbacks never faultered, they kept my ankles supported and not a single hot spot or blister the entire trip.
A scuff on the side as I stood on some rocks watching two Golden Eagles engage in aerial combat majestically swooping and diving at one another.
A nick in the leather from stumbling through a stream up onto a mountain to experience on of the most exquisite sun sets I’ve ever had the privilege to witness. Looking at the overall patina of boots well-travelled takes me back to that feeling of solace and absorbing those tranquil locations.Not a member? Create an account
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