On a rainy afternoon on Killiney Hill, a man out walking without his overcoat happens upon a woman gazing out into Dublin Bay, standing perilously closed to the edge. They do not fall in love, but from this chance encounter develops a remarkable friendship which will enable each to face afresh their very different, damaged pasts, and to look, however tentatively, towards the future - which will bring him once more to the North.
With characteristic lightness of touch, Jennifer Johnston has written a moving and delicate meditation on restitution and loss, the consolations of family and the kindness of strangers. It is a fitting addition to a distinguished body of work.
