Gary Sutherland spent a year touring around Scotland visiting all the towns with their own peculiar festivals. He wrote a book about his year. Sadly for him, and also for the readers, his father died just before the year started, an event which casts a long shadow over the book. So we start off finding out about Scottish festivals through the eyes of a recently bereaved storyteller. And given that one of the first festivals takes place in more-or-less his hometown, what we get is a very personal view of the festival. Great if you want to read an autobiography, but not so great if you want to read about Scottish festivals. Later on in the year, the author's wife gives birth to a daughter. Guess what? That overshadows the storytelling about the festivals.
Fundamentally, this book is about 50% too long, as half of it is personal and is not about Scottish festivals. The personal stuff gets in the way to the extent that for one of the festivals (I forget which now) the author completely forgets to tell the reader when the festival takes place. Which is one of the things we really want to know.
Having said all that, some of the festivals themselves are fascinating, and some of the accounts actually do bring the events to life, but I can't help feeling that a simple list of places, dates and links to Wikipedia would be better and more informative.