EASTERNMOST HOUSE

In June 2015, the house was 50 paces from the edge. Now, it is 25 paces away. This memoir describes a year of life on a crumbling cliff at the easternmost edge of Suffolk, all year round and in all weathers. Written at the kitchen table, it is a meditation on nature, on coastal erosion, and on the changing seasons. It describes a life lived in close proximity to the natural world, and evokes the everyday lived outdoors of the firewood forager, the improviser, the beachcomber.