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Title: WindsweptAuthor: Annie Worsley
Dates read: 26/06/25 - 28/07/25
Rating ⭐️⭐️3/4 (2.75 stars)
Publisher: William Collins<
Number of pages: 305
Fiction or non-fiction: non-fiction
Subject or genre: memoir, nature
Book blurb:
A few years ago, Annie Worsley traded a busy life in academia to take on a small-holding or croft on the west coast of Scotland. It is a land ruled by great elemental forces – light, wind and water – that hold sway over how land forms, where the sea sits and what grows. Windswept explores what it means to live in this rugged, awe-inspiring place of unquenchable spirit and wild weather.
Walk with Annie as she lays quartz stones in the river to reflect the moonlight and attract salmon, as she watches otters play tag across the beach, as she is awoken by the feral bellowing of stags. Travel back in time to the epic story of how Scotland’s valleys were carved by glaciers, rivers scythed paths through mountains, how the earliest people found a way of life in the Highlands – and how she then found a home there millennia later.
With stunning imagery and lyrical prose, Windswept evokes a place where nature reigns supreme and humans must learn to adapt. It is her paean to a beloved place, one richer with colour, sound and life than perhaps anywhere else in the UK
How I discovered or acquired this book: It was a Borrowbox loan but I don't remember how/why I picked it up - it might just have been that it caught my eye
My thoughts:Annie Worsley’s writing is undeniably beautiful — she captures the raw wildness of the land and sea with a painter’s precision and a poet’s heart. Reading Windswept often felt like standing beside her in a gale, soaking up the salt air.
But as much as I loved the imagery, I found myself waiting for something to happen — some deeper thread or narrative tension to carry me through. It’s more a patchwork of impressions than a story, which may suit some readers better than others.
A lovely mood piece, but left me a bit… windswept, and waiting
