More recently, the young biographer Patrick French has recounted his firsthand impression of Dandi. He walked part of the way following the Gandhi trail (the full route was all of 241 miles) and, like any other Angrez, arrived hot and irritable after an arduous trek on an empty beach front marvelling at Gandhi's indefatigable energy to attempt such an enterprise when he was well over 60. French then proceeded to vent his ire on the state of the loos in Sabarmati Ashram with a virulence which would have done Katherine Mayo proud. Thomas Weber too attempts such a journey, though not quite in the same spirit. He is suitably worshipful, scrupulously fair and hugely empathetic. His enthusiasm for the Dandi march should in fact make most nationalist Indians ashamed of themselves. But whereas French is contentious and spiky, Weber alas for all the worthiness of his subject comes across as rather dull.