I remember buying a pair of German army para boots used ones , in the old army and navy shops on Tibb street in town. They was like black rigger boots. First night out lamping up the dales on the steep fells wearing them. We had about 36 rabbits and the fog rolled inn. We was poaching and got lost . Those fookin boots was like razor blades cutting me feet and bleeding. Awful bloody things, no wonder Gerry lost wearing those god awful things lol