First published last year, when I somehow managed to miss
it, this book appeared in paperback in October. By then I’d read and enjoyed
the author’s essays on the Walk Highlands website and was interested in reading
it. I wasn’t disappointed. The book describes ten walks undertaken by Linda
Cracknell that follow in others footsteps in various ways. It’s a contemplative
work that pays careful reading – I read some of the pieces twice and found more
in them the second time.
The walks followed vary widely in place – Scotland,
Cornwall, Spain, Kenya, Norway, the Alps all feature – and in tone and style,
though all are written with precision and care. Some are solo, though thoughts
and memories of others are always there, some are with friends. The author’s
relationships with people, landscapes and nature are described subtly. The book has
an air of restrained but powerful emotion. There are deep feelings here.
Everyone will find something different in this book, and
perhaps something different each time it’s read. For me the essays that stood
out were the story of Cracknell’s attempt to follow in her father’s footsteps
on a mountaineering trip in the Alps, a trip pieced together from postcards and
pictures; a walk through the Norwegian mountains tracing the route a companion’s
father took when escaping from the Nazis; and a 200-mile solo trip from her
home in Perthshire to the Isle of Skye. These were all tough trips, the
difficulties mostly understated, though heavy rucksacks are mentioned
occasionally.
The writing is about feelings and people, places and the past.
The walking almost takes a back seat but it’s there, holding everything
together, including, I suspect, the author at times. This is a lovely book,
highly recommended.
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