I would speculate that I own a pair of Le Chameau because I do.
Rocked up to Roskilde minus wellies a few years back to be given the news that the site was already a mudbath on the Thursday and I would be crazy to attempt it without wellies. Copenhagen had already been absolutely rinsed of all available pairs of course, so Le Chameau were the only pair I could find (in a gentleman’s fishing and shooting outfitters natch). Made an already expensive festival visit somewhat more expensive. Damn good wellies in fairness.
Also, the Danish word for wellies, gummistøvler, rolls off the tongue very pleasingly…
One of the CCB family’s favourite things to do on a Sunday afternoon is go for a walk in the woods. It’s muddy, there are massive puddles everywhere, there’s a bit off the path where Forest School students have set up dens and things. The girls absolutely love it. (It’s also become tradition to do “we’re going on a bear hunt” half way round - I hide behind the same tree every time and then pretend-chase them back to the car).
I used to do this walk in a pair of old running shoes but was tired of having to put them through the wash / do half the walk with wet socks. So I bought some wellies. Hope that’s aided your imagination.
Further proof that we were separated at birth
Yeah, if I go to a festival I’ll buy some cheap shit pair of wellies for a tenner.
Ideally cut about in my old converse.