These boots were made for walkin'...

After just five years of loyal service, my wonderful Blundstones have fallen apart.

I first bought them at the end of 2007, right before I went to France, it was a good buy; the boots proved to be a worthy travel companion. I remember the steel caps being quite troublesome in a Thai airport on the way across. The metal detector kept alarming, much to the confusion of security. I offered to remove the boots so they could be x-rayed, but they refused, convinced their hand held detector and a quick pat down would resolve the issue. It didn't. Baffled and defeated, they allowed me through. Security must be a big issue for an airport whose roof is made of canvas.

After trekking through Europe (including some time in the snow covered Alps, where, I'm pleased to say, the boots held their own quite nicely) my boots settled into a life of luxury, spending time in the garden and working part-time in a local restaurant with Michael. My boots would continue to travel, occasionally accompanying me to Melbourne.

But all good things must come to an end eventually. In recent months, the boots' sole had been deteriorating, leaving a trail of rubber bread crumbs behind me everywhere I went. It was a great gag!

Eventually though, it was time to replace them. My new Blundstones look promising and seem to have a lot to offer, but they'll have to do better than that. They've got big shoes to fill.