I had hoped for so much more from this. Perhaps I should have done more research into it before reading, as primarily it’s the choice of destinations I found in retrospect uninspiring, with the exception of the last, Svalbard. I had hoped for a slightly more accessible version of Robert McFarlane’s Wild Places . As it is, I can think of at least as many ‘outposts’ that I have visited that are interesting; though granted, in the travel blogs I contribute my writing is not in Richards’s league. Having said that, even in the Svalbard chapter, it didn’t jump off the page to me.
It’s more difficult than ever to write a book like this these days. It has become common place for intrepid travellers to write blogs. In many of them it’s hard not to laugh at their misfortunes; under-prepared, poorly equipped, as we used to say to moaning children on outdoor trips, ‘I think you may have chosen the wrong course’. There’s a Viz comic character called Spoilt Kid who is taken on a camping trip by his doting mother and wakes to rain and a wet tent, “You never told me it would be like this...” and much profanity.
But some of this writing is very good. I spend a long time on these sort of blog-hosting sites, armchair travelling to places I may one day visit, but many of them I won’t... whether it’s the Pamirs, the Peace river in Yukon, or South Ossetia in the disputed Caucasus. And some that I have visited, and written about; the far Western tip of Iceland, the Karakoram, Dusky Sound In Fiordland NZ, Knoydart, and Bosnian Balkans. For now though I’m focused on planning for the next trip, always the most exciting one, lost tracks of the Carpathians.