A luminous and profound meditation on the devastations of trauma in the wake of the Second World War, from a writer at the height of her powers. Every time the dream came it was different and yet he felt that he had dreamt it exactly that way before. The trees, there were always the trees, and the mist and the shadows and the running. Charlie's experiences at the Battle of Kohima and the months he spent lost in the remote jungles of Northern India are now history. Home and settled on a farm in Norfolk with his wife Claire, he is one of the lucky survivors. The soil promises healthy crops and Claire is ready for a family. But a chasm exists between them. Memories flood Charlie's mind; at night, on rain-slicked roads and misty mornings in the fields, the past can feel more real than the present. What should be said and what left unsaid? Is it possible to find connection and forge a new life in the wake of unfathomable horror? An intimate, profound meditation on the isolating impact of war and the inescapable reach of the past, Georgina Harding's haunting and lyrical new novel questions the very nature of survival, and what it is that the living owe the dead.