A well-written (except for the weakness to write lists instead of sentences) book about walking which gives the appearance to the reader that you’re getting to know the author when you’re not. I would have liked to have learnt more about Robert Macfarlane and why walking is so important to him. Yes, of course, he considers this but it’s mostly through other people he writes about. This book was a thoughtful gift by a beloved friend made two years ago. It has taken me all this time, on and off, to read it, which is my way of saying that I maybe overlooking the bits I claim that aren’t there. Also, I would like to know how he wrote this book. The detailed descriptions of the walks are magnificent but how did he remember it all? Did he travel with notebooks? If so, did he have a routine in how he made written notes? If anything, the book is too rich, too well-written, as in such a long book, with so many vivid descriptions of walks, well, they tend to blend together. Collectively, nonetheless, they form a work of written flawed accomplishment.

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