A year in the life of an old salt who sailed the world and came home to a different place, my memories and me exploring nature and history together in the wooded valley where I have settled as a solitary-practising hedge druid.

I wrote this book for myself, obviously, and for readers who like me are:
– seekers of spiritual communion with nature, who might follow a religion, or more than one religion, or no religion at all;
– survivors of childhood sexual abuse;
– people who live with chronic illness and pain; and/or
– those interested in prehistory, archaeology, oral traditions, documented social history, genealogy, and ancestors of blood, of place, and of tradition.

While writing this memoir in the form of a personal nature journal over twelve months, I remembered myself as a boy who loved the wild land I lived upon, who, through tragedy and trauma, lost that part of myself. Settling as an old man, somewhere with a remarkably similar landscape history to that of my birthplace, I've found the boy again. And a lifetime later, he is helping me to become whole.