Obviously I am desperately unique, which is why I long assumed I was the only person pondering the question: why is the clothing we actually need, as opposed to merely want, often so very undesirable?
It’s not hard to render yourself properly warm and watertight if you are going to be yomping across a moor (bliss) and are likely to encounter only another walker or two (double bliss). As the hill walker Alfred Wainwright, the author of A Coast to Coast Walk: St Bees Head to Robin Hood’s Bay — an epic perambulation that is on my to-do list — said, “There’s no such thing as bad weather, only unsuitable clothing.”
But what about if, as I have, you have pledged to take a daily
