Here in England, where it rains, the waterproof Hunter Wellington has quietly served the nation since 1856 as a sort of rubbery second flag. Our men braved the muds of the Great War in Hunters, and since 1977, the Royals have refused to tramp their estates in anything else. Why? Because nothing fits or lasts like a Hunter, thanks to a certain Mr. Henry Lee Norris, whose original molding process, over the years, has been tweaked to perfection. The fact is that any old wellie can keep your feet dry, as can a pair of plastic bags, if you tie them right. But only a Hunter can make you grateful for the rain—and for that and for those upon which it falls.
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