Ramblers come in all shapes and sizes, super-fit like Joe undeterred by foul weather, Ted who'd sooner stay in the pub, Christine who looks as if a puff of wind would blow her over, Joan who is accident prone and Ben whose weak bladder often has him AWOL.
Emma struggles on rocks, Ellen has vertigo, short-sighted Len stumbles and falls and Ted's snoring frightens the sheep.
Liz, Kate and Nell pass round refreshments, Stan copes with emergencies and Gentleman Jim helps the ladies over stiles.
Among others, there's Trish who loves birds and Laura who's obsessed with flowers. Pat dotes on cats, Jane can't stand dogs while Mary just enjoys a good natter. Pete finds a way to get rid of midges and Paul knows the Lakes like the back of his hand.
These names, of course, are fictitious but they all derive from ramblers I have met during the past 40 years. Readers will no doubt find it amusing to match some of their own club members to the descriptions given.
The book ends with seven verses in praise of trekking in Nepal.