Pre-owned paperback book in good used conditon, some slight wear to edges.
I think I bought a house, I said, still slightly stunned. I’ve spent longer choosing a tie.
First, a dream of escaping the city ... and then a century-old cottage to match the dream. Moving to a small village in the heart of the Irish countryside was the beginning of a new life for Philip Judge – the beginning of life in sight of Yellow Mountain.
Beginning and ending at Lughnasa – but taking in a number of years along the way – Philip describes the season-by-season charms and frustrations that he, his Beloved, and eventually, his two growing boys experience as they adapt to life in the countryside.
There are highs and lows. Wellies and tweed are bought. Vegetable patches cultivated. Lambs are born and calves die. There is health and happiness, illness and sadness, and there is weather – always weather. And yet the seasons turn and Yellow Mountain looks on. The city slicker fails miserably at Name That Grain! and makes many faux pas along the way, but ultimately, this is the story of one man and his family falling in love with the Irish countryside – and, in doing so, finding home.
Somewhere between Edward Thomas and Henry Thoreau, Philip Judge pitches his radiant tent. It is a book about outpost and inscape, and is a luminous, funny and profound reading experience. Sebastian Barry