“The house on the edge of the cliff was demolished this week, which means we are now the house on the edge of the cliff.” In June 2015, the house was 50 paces from the edge. Now, it is 25 paces away. The Easternmost House is a memoir which describes a year of life on a crumbling cliff at the easternmost edge of England, all year round and in all weathers. Written at the kitchen table of the eponymous house in Suffolk, it is a meditation on nature, on coastal erosion, and on the changing seasons. It describes a life lived in close proximity to the natural world, and evokes the lived-in outdoors of the everyday: of the firewood forager, the improviser, the beachcomber.