On the Saturday, I spent a fairly miserable day traipsing around Place Fell and a few other hills in the rain:

Patterdale by the pointless parasite, on Flickr
The new boots felt OK at the time, although when I went out for a quick stroll in the evening I felt an unpleasant pain just behind the medial malleolus of my right ankle. Hopefully it would by OK the next morning....
No. The pain was still there. At least the weather was looking good:

Arnison by the pointless parasite, on Flickr
Vets in Patterdale offer some unusual services:

Hartsop Dodd by the pointless parasite, on Flickr

Gray Crag by the pointless parasite, on Flickr

Grey Crag ascent by the pointless parasite, on Flickr

Grey Crag ascent 2 by the pointless parasite, on Flickr
There was very little climbing to be done after reaching the summit of Gray Crag.

Gray Crag summit ridge by the pointless parasite, on Flickr

Stony Cover Pike by the pointless parasite, on Flickr
No mistaking the summit of Thornthwaite Crag:

Thornthwaite by the pointless parasite, on Flickr
Finding the summit of Mardale Ill Bell was a compass and map job:

Mardale Ill Bell by the pointless parasite, on Flickr
The summit of High Street was also under cloud but things were clearer further North.

High Street summit by the pointless parasite, on Flickr
Right ankle very painful while descending to the Straits of Riggindale


Riggindale Crag by the pointless parasite, on Flickr
I might of already climbed The Knott when I did the C2C, but there was no harm in doing it again:

The Knott by the pointless parasite, on Flickr
Same with Rampsgill head:

Rampsgill Head by the pointless parasite, on Flickr

Ramps Gill by the pointless parasite, on Flickr
Onward to High Raise:

High Raise by the pointless parasite, on Flickr
My right ankle was still painful, although both feet were perfectly dry despite the boggy terrain. This was the exact reason I'd bought these boots


Wether Hill approach by the pointless parasite, on Flickr
Wether Hill


Wether Hill summit by the pointless parasite, on Flickr

Loadpot summit by the pointless parasite, on Flickr
Approaching the summit of Loadpot, the pain in my right ankle was becoming serious

On to Bonscale Pike:

Bonscale from Loadpot by the pointless parasite, on Flickr

Hallin Fell from Bonscale by the pointless parasite, on Flickr

Ullswater from Arthur by the pointless parasite, on Flickr

Mell Fell group by the pointless parasite, on Flickr
Climbing Arthur's Pike, the pain in my right ankle was becoming unbearable


Arthur summit by the pointless parasite, on Flickr

Arthur descent by the pointless parasite, on Flickr
Somehow, despite enduring boot problems for 27 km, I'd managed to time my arrival into Pooley Bridge almost exactly to catch the bus back to Penrith, a full 2 hours before I'd expected

After I'd hobbled back to my house in Sunderland I finally managed to get the dammed right boot off and was greeted with instant relief. There was no pain at all when walking around, so I couldn't have injured it. It was a little red and tender over the medial malleolus but that was it. My ankle has remained pain free ever since.
God knows what to do. I've got a trip to the Cairngorms in a couple of weeks, but there's no way I'm risking wearing the same boots again. I'll see what the snow conditions are like, and chose between my Asolo mountain boots or Salomon hiking boots.