This tiny novella is a little gem. It is a deeply reflective story, written by an elderly man, thinking back to one month in his life in the summer of 1920. He had recently returned from the war, shell-shocked with a facial tick, and gone to a tiny village in Yorkshire to uncover and restore a medieval mural on the walls of the church. Throughout this month, as he is accepted into village life and absorbed in his work, he finds himself a little restored from the horrors of war. Beautifully written with a wonderful sense of time and place. It’s a very gentle little book. Quite lovely.