Ralph Storer's highly entertaining exploration of the lure of the hills is underpinned by hard-won experience - he has climbed extensively in the British Isles, Europe and the American West, though his abiding love is the Scottish Highlands. His breezy anecdotes of walking and climbing around the world in all sorts of conditions are gripping and full of fun. This man has done more things in a sleeping bag than sleep, and in The Joy of Hillwalking he cheerfully tells all. His sense of humour is as irrepressible as his relish for adventurous ascents, but he doesn't have his head in the clouds when it comes to serious issues such as public access and conservation.
I bought this (from the National Trust second-hand bookshop) for my partner who LOVES hillwalking and has undoubtedly shared some of Ralph’s experiences. However, he is not a reader. So I read it, and I’m still one of the bewildered majority who find these adventures terrifying in their physical and mental challenges, as well as impossibly primitive. I could not cope for long without essential amenities; a bathroom, a comfy bed INDOORS, etc. But each to their own. I prefer to travel these paths vicariously.
So much of this was familiar and parts of it had me itching to get back out on to the hills. I loved reading about some of the shared experiences he had on the hills and being very relieved that I was not a part of some of the wilder trips. A great book to remind you what you are missing when you stay down low.