It feels that Steve Dilworth – a substantial presence in Robert McFarlane’s new book – is coming into his time. Or: time, slower and deeper in the terrain in which Dilworth is embedded, is letting him swim free. Paul Cox has delivered a clean, sharp report. Watch Steve’s gunpowder eyebrows move. They are still quizzical, but they don’t flinch from intrusion as they did when I arrived with a BBC Late Show crew in the Nineties. Here is the true shaman of intent.