Desert boots are, in my view, the ne plus ultra of exceptionally casual but, nevertheless, exceptionally traditional. In the wearing of this particular style of chukkas an old chap, such as myself, may retain a small measure of 'cool' without transgression of any gentlemanly boundaries. š
I have lost count of how many pairs of desert boots I have purchased (and worn to disintegration) over the years but they have all been either Loake or Herring brand.
Regular readers, of my deranged missives, will be aware that I hold the supplier Herring Shoes in high regard (the range that they offer is quite comprehensive and their customer service is exceptional) and so I normally buy directly from them, whoever's brand I choose.
The outer box is lovely and I will store them in this - as indeed I use such original packaging to protect all of my shoes, when not in use - and so a decorative box also becomes functional.
The boots come with two pull-string, soft material, shoe bags.
I am faintly unsure about the high contrast laces. Whilst I do have dark brown replacements they are made from cotton. These are a delightful chamois leather (the knot stays put) and so I may consider stepping (pun most certainly intended) outside my comfort zone and keep them - albeit they are a touch fancy Dan for my normally conservative tastes.
The pristine smooth shape of the boot soon rumples most beguilingly ā the footwear equivalent of linens.
The general construction quality is impeccable: goodyear welted soles, two gorgeous pieces of suede (boasting a marvellously soft nap) for the uppers, plus bouncy crepe rubber soles.
A mere Ā£130 (inc P&P).
Are you ready boots? Start walkinā.
