Shoe review – Scarpa Drago

I remember the first time I felt a heel hook. Not the first time I ungainly draped my hoof on a hold, still taking all my weight on my arms. I mean the first time I placed the heel and turned the toes out and down to engage my mighty buttocks and hamstring. It was a revelation. It was like the first time that I put on seeing spectacles after fighting against the tide of blindness for years and realised that trees were not watercolour smudges but were instead fractured and you could make out all the individual leaves. The Dragos have been like the seeing glasses of my feet.