Muir was born into a tenant farming family on Orkney that lived a traditional pattern of life, little changed for centuries. It was hard yet happy, touched with paradise. When the family emigrated to Glasgow, the harmony they had tentatively enjoyed was broken on the harsh realities of industrial life; and, the shattering blows of illness and death. Muir evokes his early life and this terrible shift in beautiful, evocative prose, resonant of the great poet that he is, touching both the boundaries of paradise and the portals of hell. He tells of his slow recovery of well-being through writing, through psychoanalysis and, most importantly, through the love of his wife, Willa. He writes of their travels together in post- First World War Europe, of Prague and of Italy; of making do on writing, especially translating, and living cheaply. He tells of coming to poetry late, of the dreams that often inspired it; and, of discovering, one day finding himself reciting the Lord's Prayer, that he must be a Christian, though of an 'eccentric' kind. It is an autobiography of both depth and surface charm - as he weaves what he calls the Fable (the archetypal patterning of his life, of any human life) with the story (the particulars of his own life). Read it and you will be in the company of fine writer, a great poet and a noble soul.