COMPANY OF SWANS (PB)

‘A small mound of white feathers lies on a tussock of grass made grey by a Highland winter. It is all the monument there will ever be to the life of a swan.’ Jim Crumley watches, year in year out, as a pair of mute swans struggles, against the odds, to raise young in the wild. This journal of a swan-watcher, as he calls himself, is an elegy to these noble creatures; and most poignantly it is a memorial to one swan, whose silent drama he has recorded.