Even though he was probably very endearing, I'm not as inspired by Saint Cuthbert

“The accounts of his night-long vigils, of his standing knee-deep in the sea while he prayed, of the sea-otters following him up the beach to lick his feet, of his battles against demons in his island home, and of his last days in his cell nibbling his dried onions to support life in his frail body, all are in keeping with the highest flights of Celtic sanctity. (22

also a quote from the same book as below.