In this new collection, Terry McDonagh is back shaping his real and imaginative journeys round Cill Aodain, Hamburg, Melbourne or Slough. Always the artful storyteller, his language continues to bounce randomly and ordered like the memory of flat stones he used to cast out on the river. When a stone fell splash, it sent big or smaller ripples like voices across timeless water where you could never measure the distance between the concentric circles or the effect that one stone had on the life of water.