I enjoyed "Heights of Madness" and so was enthusiastic about buying Jonny Muir's next book. There are two sorts of travel reader, those who have never been there but may want to, and those that have been and want to find out more/have their impressions confirmed/say they could have done it so much better themselves. I fall into the "been there" category (though I haven't visited Bute, Eigg, Barra, Colonsay or St. Kilda). After reading Jonny Muir's account, when I do visit these I certainly don't intend camping: I don't have his resilience when it comes to being nearly blown away or flooded out, nor do I intend running marathons or hill races. The same humour that emerged in "Heights of Madness" is exhibited here, and it makes for a sparkling, if slight read. My only quibble is that it feels a little bit as if he has wondered "What next for a book?" and pre-ordered his experiences to fit a chapter each. but having said this anyone who survives the Rum midge deserves to get at least a chapter out of it.
Despite this, his enthusiasm for the Hebrides is infectious and I hope some time in the future wife Fi gets to experience the bits where he most missed her. This book could obviously only be a taster for any individual island, but having read it anyone who has not been to the Hebrides should be heading there.