This book is about work and land in the Scottish Highlands with the clearances being the unspoken background. It is not intended as propaganda or protest but a document of at least some work going on in what is often an empty landscape. The pictures are made at the head of Loch Etive where an old peer was renovated so that logs can be carried down the loch from the harvesting of a mature pine plantation. The book is in Gaelic, readers feeling alienated by this choice might care to ponder on the feelings of those who have seen their language brought to the point of extinction.