Some years ago, while climbing the track towards the Vann Lake in Carmarthenshire, my old friend Alan Jones and I were talking about our comic-book heroes, one in particular, the greatest athlete of all time. I was saying something about the strange costume he always wore when Alan stopped dead. ‘Bit like him, you mean.’ There, on a mountain top ringed with the late afternoon sun, a man was running. He was wearing black combinations. Wilson of the Wizard always did wear black combinations.
He was born in 1795 in Yorkshire, where he was taught by an old hermit the secret of slowing his heart down to 40 beats a minute. Since then it has been his custom to take up a new sport under new names every ten years or so. Now calling himself Richard Askwith, and currently associate editor of the Independent, he has taken up fell-running. This is his first book.
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