This is not a continuous autobiographical narrative, but four sections rather arbitrarily put together of which one, entitled "No-one", is written in the third person. Though Thomas does not shrink from baring his emotions, his thoughts, his opinions and his allegiances (chiefly to Christianity and Wales), he does not give away very much about his private life apart from his work as a clergyman. His prose is rather like his poetry: idiosyncratic, sometimes knotted and involuted, deeply felt and with a constant sense of personal search and self-questioning. It is also full of his love of nature, an unfashionable element today, and of his keen observation of the natural world and the round of the seasons. A book which should be kept and re-read, since it is the distillation both of a lifetime and of an exceptional personality combining humility with fierceness.