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Much to my regret hiking came to me in later life. I climbed my first, though I didn’t know it at the time, ‘Wainwright’, the day after my 50th birthday. My second Wainwright and the highest mountain in England, Scafell Pike, was bagged a few months later and from then I have been enchanted, energised, motivated and determined to keep climbing to see how many more I can get to, current tally 88!
As well as being a hiker I am also an avid reader and when I seen this book in Keswick’s Oxfam shop a few months ago I knew I’d like to read more about the man inspiring my new healthy hobby.
Often as readers we like to delve into the background and life of the creator of our beloved art, whether that be a favourite author, painter, sculptor, rockstar, or fuddy-duddy cantankerous old man who created bestselling hand drawn and handwritten guides to 214 Lake District Fells.
And I guess sometimes we should prepare ourselves to find someone who we might not necessarily warm to. He was a complex, difficult human being. Despite some moments of kindness to a few select individuals, and an extreme generosity to all animals, he was not the most pleasant man. You might say he was rude, direct, deliberately difficult, a neglectful husband and father, a profound misogynist, with right-wing views, self-aggrandising but also at times self-deprecating behaviours, both bold and shy…. I could go on. I guess I found the creator of those wonderful books that I dip into after I’ve climbed the fells to be a rather flawed human being but aren’t we all to some extent.
Glad I read it, even more glad I’ve finished.
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