Overall: I was thoroughly disappointed with this. The jumping around from the season diary to biographies of different fell runners makes for a disjointed read and why the two different types of font. There is hero worship and then there is this book. The 'colourful characters' of fell running may be so in real life, but really failed to jump off the pages, instead they just lived a cliched existance of small cottages in the same village as their parents and their parents parents, looking after t'sheep and running on t'fells until t'leather wore thin on their hobnailed boots. From previous reviews, I had expected the story of an unfit southern softy having a 'Damsacus' like conversion in the fells, thus saying to the reader 'the joys of fell running are open to everyone'. But no, the writer is no slouch (despite, he hints, that at 13 stone he is rather large) and keeps on that the fell runners are all sub 10 stone hardmen(?) who can run (or at least walk very quickly) non stop for days - hardly inspiring, or motivational. One other thing is that fell running / off road running does take place in other places, away from the wild and windswept north but, just like the fact that 'normal' people do take part, this seems to be overlooked.