Rea came to South Uist as head teacher at Garrynamonie School at a time when the roads were little more than faint tracks across the land. There was no public transportation, so pupils were frequently absent, and the remote area was among the poorest in the Outer Hebrides. The island, with its curious characters and folk-tales, slowly casts its spell on Rea, and he seems to exist in a state of constant wonder at its regional oddities - the quirky customs, rituals and superstitions, the dismal weather, the thick fogs and ferocious, face-searing snowstorms. The book is filled with local curiosities: the 'child-lifting' wind, his bare-footed servant, who appears and vanishes as if by magic, the wonderful description of 'lifting the peats'. The prose is restrained, filled with anecdotes and soaked with his love of the island, like he finally found his place in the world. When Rea returns to England, he leaves his heart in South Uist, among the people and places he has grown to love. Accounts of the Western Isles run to thousands of pages, but this is by far the most intimate and most readable.