Also found in: Thesaurus, Medical, Idioms, Encyclopedia. walk (wôk) v. walked, walk·ing, walks v.intr. 1. To move over a surface by taking steps with the feet at a pace slower than a run: a baby learning to walk; a horse walking around a riding ring. 2. a. To go or...
Boots which are really stiff lengthways walk best if the sole has a curved ‘rocker’ design so it rolls as you walk. Stiffer boots also work best for scrambling and for occasional crampon use. Its all very personal though, one walker may be happy in a flexible fell shoe, another will w...
These boots were made for environmental storytelling - While the terminology around these games might cause some confusion, the (first-person) adventure or n...
I always thought you were going to tell me you had it taped all to your body or something. [01:15:05] Rory Stewart: No, the little bits, little, I'd have little bits hidden in the top of my backpack, little bits in the soles of my boots, just in case they took the money ...
If it is raining or very damp, wear gaiters to stop water getting into your boots Do this and your feet, the most important hiking equipment you have, will thank you! (Stolen from http://philsorrell.com/2010/03/01/importance-of-foot-care-whilst-hiking/) The latest forecast for Dartmoor...
Mermaids Pool is a beautiful natural waterhole on the Bargo River at the start of Tahmoor Gorge, only 75 minutes southwest of Sydney.
Before we left we practiced walking with our hiking boots and packs at least 20km especially up and down hills. We picked September/October to be able to harvest most of our garden, though I believe April/May is also considered ideal. Summer is hot and busy andwintercan mean snow on the...
Owing to the heavy rain the day before, the ground is exceptionally wet and permeates several boots far too early on for my liking, although there are some fun (and accessibility challenged) bridges to cross which are both rustic and elegant. As we clear the riverside, the Chilterns loom...
reeking clay, crushing with my boots the faces I had known so well.’…” The ranks clash together. The bellows of rage blacken the face of the sun. The bayonets sink deep, deep. O God of Heaven, every thrust made is a thrust into one’s own heart. There is something broken there...
let me tell you that you donothave to put your toes in that pocket. Just lay it flat, put your foot on top of it and let the piggies fly free. When I stepped in line to check out at the doctor’s office the three people standing in front of me – all in boots (it must have...