Nan Shepherd spent her whole life in love with Scotland's Cairngorm mountains, wrote three novels and a book of poetry about them, and now at last is attempting to describe them: the stone, the water, the light, the air, the plants, the deer, the people, the breath. She's full of awe and joy at the place, has looked from every angle she can, and is astonished at what she's seen. I don't know another book that's so vividly captured the numen of a place. This is absolutely a hundred and sixty odd pages of descriptions and impressions of scenery, and she had me in rapt attention for every word.