Well, they’re there for the final week of Icelandic
’summer’, after which time the buses stop running out to the finishing point of the walk, and the huts they camp near on the trail close down. So there’s this weird, artificial built-in jeopardy — will Moth get to the end in time for the last bus? Which made very little sense to me when I read it, as there seemed no reason they couldn’t have started a week earlier or a month earlier? And clearly they now had the money to stay in a hotel before starting the walk, and to call a taxi if needed to get them.
I mean, they’re supposed to have been rewilding the cider farm since they signed the tenancy the precious October, but hey, they’re wild free spirits, they can go to I eland on a whim. They’re also supposedly coming home to manage their first apple harvest, but instead they wait until a storm strips most of the trees bare and they wander around the orchard saying all the apples will go to waste, until a volunteer crowd shows up to help, apparently to their surprise, despite what a local poster on here said, that everyone helps out annually on ‘Apple Day’.
Also, it’s an incredibly dull walk. There’s a limit to how much Raynor can emote about connecting to nature when you’re just walking through volcanic rock in a foreign country, where don’t know the folklore and aren’t starving, so there’s lots of stuff about a girl in red trousers and her relationships.
I mean, it’s a pretty strained book, full of unrelated stuff. There’s her going mad in the flat in Polruan as Moth deteriorates and drives off in the wrong direction to his studies, her mothers death giving her a chance to reminisce about childhood on the farm and how she met Moth, then the offer of the cider farm and ‘Sam’ literally weeping with joy at how much they’ve achieved. And the Iceland walk.