We now have the sublime The Bedlamites.

How this 15 minute film came to be made by Shyla and Lukas Lee (Clayhouse Productions) is not important (sponsorship by Bradford City Council to underpin its annual Film Festival).

What matters is that The Bedlamites is superb.

Although the premise on which the film is based is the pastime of some fellrunners equipped with the latest high tech. head torches (often the Hope Vision2) to go running at night over, for example, Great Whernside, which is quirky and entertaining enough; this merely provides the springboard for the viewer to share the thoughts of the majestic Ian Holmes of Bingley Harriers (whom I suppose in time might eventually become recognised as the greatest fellrunner) and the elegant and eloquent Camille Askins of Keighley & Craven.

Ian, Fell Champion par excellence talks, in his uniquely modest way, about race technique, the joy of fellrunning, the craic; and Camille meditates , well, more on the philosophy of fellrunning and the intense experience of running in total darkness with only one's head torch to light the way.

Dozens of other runners will be recognised: Brett Weeden, Ted Mason, (even this writer), but the wonder of this film is not runner spotting but that it captures the essence of the sport. As Camille says, 'It just makes people well.'

The sign of a mediocre television documentary is a voice-over commentary: aural evidence that the pictures, or the people talking on the screen, are inadequate. But no out-of-work actor has been employed here: all you hear and see is the joie de vivre of the runners (well , for authenticity a pub landlord does make a brief appearance), whether lost on the fell or in the pub.

Brilliantly edited from many hours of film to just 15 minutes, and matched to atmospheric music commissioned from Phillip Codd, this film says more about fellrunning than dozens of hours of mediocrity. Only 15 minutes? The Bedlamites, like all great art, makes time stand still. One watches enthralled thinking 'and can there be still more to come?'

This is not so much a documentary about film running as a poem to a wonderful sport and way of life. The film may now be seen at World Film Festivals but in gratitude to the runners who took part the producers are making it available on DVD (www.clayhouse.co.uk).

The film is currently on release via the film festival circuit around the world and is not up for public viewing as yet.

Ian Holmes and Camille Askins are featured as Shyla and Lukas Lee of Clayhouse Productions unpick the world of the fell runner, and the almost secret world of the night runner - which is described as 'meditative'.

It was screened and well received at the Bradford International Short Film Festival last month. mudsweatandtears.co.uk liked the movie too and described it as: 'An excellent, and almost spiritual piece of cinematography, leaving you in no doubt as to why you love the sport and the surroundings of the hills, mountains, trails and fells'.

Their latest effort, The Bedlamites, is somewhat closer to the heart of the RC community, being about the insanely special world of fell running - or more specifically, night fell running. As Graham Breeze's review above said, this is hardly a documentary - it's more of an insight to that special type of insanity that many (hopefully I'm not alone) of us are so jealous of - people who do something so madly illogical that you wish Van Gogh could have been around to paint it.

Well in fact the Lees have actually created a pretty fine work of art and I suspect Vincent Van would give a nod of approval.

Almost apologetic in its understatement, this is a film that Hollywood could never make, would never understand and to which it would most likely not even give a glance. And that, dear viewers, makes it rather special indeed.

The Bedlamites, by focussing on one of the slightly odder aspects of the sport explains in the Lee's unique way why we run and how it gets under the skin. As one of the runners explains:

"...there are no big egos really. There's a world of difference between being obesessed by where your club is in the premiership and passively watching, and actually getting out there doing something and having a go. It's not about watching these gods and goddesses on television - that does nothing for peoples' lives - it just makes them worse I think."

But the Lee's candid way of capturing through the lens the sheer intoxication of the sport and their mastery in editing the whole thing down to a fifteen-minute gem makes this a rare and beautiful expose of our sport.