Nicolson inherited these tiny islands called the Shiants, which are in the Hebrides in Northwest Scotland. This is the book he wrote about them. I like it because these islands at first sight appear to be in the absolute back end of nowhere. They are difficult to get to, way out in the wild and dangerous sea, and they are also really hostile, tiny and rocky. And yet Nicolson has found layer upon layer of history there, evidence of people being there for many different reasons.