Glastonbury favourite.

These bees really stood out in the muddy crowd - assured height, a confident fold down and a well practiced stride. Buzz.

Seated summers.

Um-bro... How do you keep your socks so fresh?


There is simply no hope for some sockers. Not only was this photograph taken on a Wednesday where on earth was Mondays significant other? Poor pair.

Pardon me pastel.

Baby blue working wonders on a rainy day.

Familiar face.

It's difficult to go wrong with a peeking red pair, a Sockstop 'yes' again and again.

Carrots.

This pair really brighten up Mr. Sunday Athletics' faded accompaniments. And as for orange again so soon... I couldn't believe it either!

Club tropicana.

Not every sock goer is as subtle as the last - fruity.

Hospital sock.

There must come a time when coherent sock to trouser decisions develop into a necessity... this forest green match is quite the example.

Archive discovery.

A confident height and sandal-socking win [well done mum].

Cashmere canal.

Socks on the Shroppy... and a Lion bar inspired colour direction?