Every now and then you find a book which unashamedly enchants. This is the story of a country estate in the South of England seen through the wise old eyes of its oldest tenant, Timothy the Tortoise.
Timothy was not born at Powderham Castle,in Devon, but on the sun-kissed shores of the Turkish Mediterranean. Much of his (or, indeed, as it is revealed, her) early existence was spent as an able seaman aboard a British frigate, and he/she saw action at the Siege of Sebastopol. Later Timothy saw service in the East Indies, and in the China Seas,chasing Chinese junks loaded with opium, with perhaps the occasional night out in Hong Kong.
Fifty is not a bad age to give up the sea, and having jumped ship at Portsmouth in 1892, Timothy became a land-lubber, choosing instead the pursuit of lettuce and roses at Powderham. It could not last. During his and her lifetime so much was to change in the countryside. Timothy must have known when it was time to move on.
Now I have known many tortoises in my time, but it has never occurred to me to enquire of their age. Rory Knight Bruce had no such inhibitions when he interviewed Timothy in 1998. The outcome of their encounter is one of the most charming and intelligent biographies of our time.