In reply to redscotti:
I think part of the issue for me with R MacF. is that my experience of 'mountain' is intensely personal.
If someone such as Nan Shepherd's writing stokes that particular fire, I'll probably sense some shared intimacy between us. Maybe the thousands of other readers get a similar frisson.
Yet when someone appears to speak with a sense of authority on the cherished writing, the relationship changes. Introduction of an intermediary, such as R MacF, somehow emphasises the vicarious vicariousness of it all. Then , the intensely personal dissolves, and the message is cheapened and bastardised, rather like classic FM's treatment of musical riches.
I've enjoyed reading, say, Ruskin on Turner. But the visceral connection isn't there, much as I admire both writer and subject, and so I can happily defer to the greater intellect. Whereas MacF just gets in the way.