A surprisingly discomforting story of well-to-do middle-class farmers coming a cropper as their business goes to hell in a hand-basket.
Harry and Dilys Meredith are the patriarch and matriarch and their two sons, Robin and Joe are the working farmers. Robin is married to Caro, an American, and they have an adopted daughter, Judy with a job on a fashion magazine in London; Joe's wife is Lindsay and they have Hughie aged 3 and baby Rose. But all is not right in Joe's world.
Caro has died of cancer and the novel opens with her funeral. The death of his sister-in-law seems to affect Joe more than it should - they had a link through Joe's travels in America when he was younger, but on Joe's side it seems the link went deeper. Joe is also very worried about money. He has run the arable farm and Robin in adjoining acreage is a milk producer. Though their mother Dilys does the farm accounts for Joe, there are things that he doesn't put through the books.
Joanna Trollope here does a surprisingly good job of tackling some of the presiding problems of farming. The isolation, the endless hard work, the gruelling reverses of farming life - all are well-depicted. The love stuff is standard fare, with a friend of Judy's latching on to Robin as he wends his weary way towards recovery from Caro's death. The book gave me a few hours of enjoyable reading and I was impressed at how well Trollope got to grips with the mud and grit of farming life.