Yeah, yeah, I know they’re not jeans. I also know I can’t buy any more either, which makes them all the more special. When I saw your blog about jeans stories though, I had to drop you a line.
My Ventile Towpath trousers have been going strong since summer 2004. They’ve travelled all the way around the world. They were my only trousers when I spent six months living in a tent. They’ve accompanied me into trees and over rocks on mountain bike spills. They’ve kept me warm in my sleeping bag above the snow line. They’ve been the first thing to throw on once the midwinter wetsuit and rash vest comes off and I’m freezing in some god forsaken empty seaside car park. They’ve motorbiked the length and breadth of New Zealand (as well as most of the UK), where I trusted them to protect me should the worst happen. They’ve kept me dry in winter storms, but been cool enough to wear in the summer. I can wear them to the pub one evening and then take them out for a few miles tramping or biking the next day. They are simply genius.
The best thing is, being so full of great memories, they make me smile every time I wear them. Here’s to a good few years more of Ventile happiness.