This was published in 1999 and I suspect anyone interested in “wild swimming” has probably already read it. I’d never heard of this term and am not much of a swimmer anyway. I can see why it’s so famous, dense with colorful prose and incident. The problem is it’s very British, in terminology and culture to the point I had trouble maintaining interest. It’s not only swimming but reports of local towns and pubs and other landmarks. It’s as much a report on the less known areas and stuff that has nothing to do with swimming rather off the track tourism. And it’s well over 20 years old now.