A '70s counter-cultural classic about a gang of militant environmentalists who decide to fight back against human despoliation of the wilderness through direct action. They blow up bridges and machinery and go on the lam, before the law eventually catches up with them. It was a bit if a slog for me, although the author is obviously very much in love with the Utah desert and the Colorado Valley, and loves to walk it. His characters' 60 mile walks made me feel a bit rubbish with my own efforts. On Bank holiday Monday this week I ran 10 miles on the Ridgeway between Liddington Castle and Sparsholt Firs, intending to get an Uber back. Couldn't get an Uber at Sparsholt, so decided to walk the 4 miles to the nearest town, Lambourn. Lambourn was a tiny wee place, with only one cab driver, a guy called Gav who wasn't free for another 4 hours. so I walked/ran the 11 miles from Lambourn back to the car. What should have been a relatively easy run followed by a pub lunch in Ogbourne St George turned out to be a bit of an epic particularly when the rains started mid-afternoon. Not sure Fred will trust me to plan any more walks on the ridgeway (two days before he did 16 miles with me)..
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