The wearing to death of a pair of Freet Ibex: aka Land's End to Cape Wrath
It's not often you get the chance to know exactly how far a pair of boots have travelled, so here is a very long review covering a journey I undertook with my Freet Ibex from March - June 2022. I bought them about 2 weeks before setting off so they were virtually brand new at mile 0. For context I'd been exclusively wearing barefoot trainers for about 2 years prior to this. I've put the same review on my own website with photos (couldn't see a way to add them here) http://www.stripeyhat.co.uk/pages/resources/freetibexreview.html
Week 1, 50 miles: We (my Ibex and I) set off along the Cornish coast path. My toes are dry cosy and warm with plenty of wriggle room. The boots feel reassuringly chunky (in comparison to barefoot trainers) and well made but the ground feel is still good. My ankles are less happy and after a few days the very top rim of the boot seems to be cutting into my skin, causing a thin line of bruising and swelling where the leather of the outer boot meets the liner. I undo the laces and buy some dish cloths for padding and soldier on but it is tough. Near the end of the week, with the leather showing no sign of softening, I remember that on my last boots I'd used a different style of lacing to get round a similar issue (so maybe the point of this story is that my ankles are oddly shaped, rather than there being anything wrong with the shoes!). If anyone has a similar issue the magic trick is to lace the top two cleats the wrong way round. So go up to the top one first, then back down to the second. Your laces with look crossed and the top rim of the boot will sit a little looser.
Week 2, 130 miles: Storms pass through and there is plenty of mud to slip and slide and squelch around in but the feet remain dry and my ankle bruises are healing. On one beautiful sunny morning I pull out the dish cloths, lace them up fully (via the method described above) and never look back. Later on the same day I get my right foot wrapped in a bramble and go flying. The thorns cut three scores into the leather of the boot, one of which is quite deep. This is a chance to reflect that, because the leather is fairly thin soft and flexible and everything that you want for a barefoot feel, it's never going to be as hardwearing and tough as a 'normal” boot.
Week 3, 225 miles: I turn inland and have one full day on tarmac for which I have brought with me a pair of the 6mm ortholite insoles which I'm pleased to report work very well. You still get decent ground feel but they noticeably soften the combination of a heavy rucksack and a solid road.
Week 4, 315 miles: Nearing Bristol I spend a few days walking through long grassy fields soaked in condensation and finally dampness makes its way in. Dampness is then quickly followed by soddeness, but it's been nearly a month of daily use with a few weeks of constant mud and ultimately I'm impressed the waterproofing has lasted this long. At the end of the week I have a few rest days with the chance to get the boots properly clean and dry and re-waxed.
Week 5, 440 miles: Up the Brecon Beacons I encounter my first mountainous terrain including frosty mornings and a small amount of snow. Happily the feet are warm and comfy throughout.
Week 6, 565 miles: The bogs of central Wales are officially too much for the boots. I have several days of saturated feet, followed by a night in a bothy where I do some (in hindsight) overly aggressive drying by the fire and manage to roast the leather somewhat. The following day those old bramble scores have deepened and the boots feel distinctly crispy… I cross the Aranau (900m summits) and am pleased to report that the grip remains good. This next point is not specific to the Ibex but since starting to wear barefoot shoes I've found that my balance on difficult mountainous paths has noticeably improved, particularly on the descent where the zero-drop makes a big difference and I'm able to walk much faster and more confidently.
Week 7, 665 miles: I rack up some very long days on canal paths. The Ortholite insoles are back in and proving their worth once again, though a few days of lumpy and hard baked mud are tough on the soles. Most of the ground is dry but I do find that whenever I'm in wet grass the water is starting to seep in much more easily than before.
Week 8, 700 miles: Up the Pennine Way it now rains pretty solidly for 2 weeks and the ground alternates between hard tracks and deep bogs. Both are tough with my soles becoming bruised even with the extra insoles, and the boots pretty much constantly damp. The edge of the sole is starting to separate very slightly from the leather at the toe of the left boot and water is coming in quite freely here, as it is also on the right where the leather is cracked.
Week 9, 780 miles: I have a very sad moment sitting on top of Cross Fell where I realise that what started as a bramble scratch, and then became a wel...