The rhythm of the Gaelic tongue is the rhythm of life itself on those rocky shores and cliffs.
The passages on life in the old farmhouse have a way of plonking me down next to the Aga in the kitchen, listening to Nichol’s grumblings on the miserly candle left burning to light the cold room, so real does Harper Fox make it. Indeed, her vivid portraits of the populace,and their abodes will make you feel as though you know them. Her love for the people, their culture and the land that gave birth to both flows like a wild river through the story. Harper Fox has done such a excellent job of describing the island of Arran that I felt I had traveled there by the Calmac Ferry. From the opening sentence, the reader finds themselves immersed deep in Scottish culture, roaming over the hills of Arran, listening to the murmurs of the Gaelic language and watching for splashes of mermaids just off shore. When Cameron’s secret is known,who will pay the price of actions long past? He finds he is falling in love with Cam more each day and the idea of remaining on the farm becomes less painful with someone to share it with.Īnd then Cam’s past comes back to threaten their love and the safety of all who live on Seacliff Farm. One nights stay lengthens into more as Cam endears himself first to Nichol and then, in a remarkable turn of events, to Harry as well, As winter turns into spring on Seacliff Farm, Nichol watches amazed as Cam forms a bridge between Harry and himself. Nichol’s sympathetic nature triumphs over caution, and he finds himself bringing Cam inside the house to get warm, have something to eat and put on dry clothes. The trespasser introduces himself as Cameron, Cam for short and tells Nichol he is on the run from a gang in Glasgow. One night he hears the window break in an outbuilding and finds a young man hiding behind the hay, wet and blue from the cold. This leaves Nichol grieving and alone, far from the university, his friends, and any gay relationships.
Patriarch Harry Seacliff, always a man of few words, speaks harshly to his less favored grandson when he speaks to him at all.
Now he spends his days with sheep, mired in mud and watching his family’s farm fall deeper into financial ruin and neglect. Needed on the family hold on Arran Isle, Nichol returns to stone rooms full of memories and his stern grandfather, Harry. When a bus crash kills his mother and brother, Nichol Seacliff’s dreams of completing his linguistic degree and becoming a translator ends.
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