‘Foot – foot – foot – foot – sloggin’ over Africa — / (Boots – boots – boots –
boots – movin’ up and down again!).’
I do like Rudyard Kipling. I know I’m
not supposed to. Trigger warning: empire, jungle stereotypes, microaggressions against monkeys, cultural appropriation of other people’s elephants. But what a stomping great marching poem ‘Boots’ is.

Learn at least the first verse by heart: it’s the right rhythm for walking when the rain comes on and you’re miles from home.