Wulf, an Anglo-Saxon teen in the seventh century, travels with the monks of his monastery to the deathbed of St. Cedd, the Bishop of Mercia who founded the monastery at Ythancestir.
There were some nice touches in this story: the loose affiliations of nascent monastic settlement, the keen observations of nature. However, I was left unsatisfied by the protagonist Wulf, his unresolved tensions with his brother, his embryonic vocation...It seemed to me K CH was too eager to take us on a trip through Anglo-Saxon England - we meet Hild, there's a nod to Sutton Hoo - and while I loved Joanna Troughton's depiction of Saxon Lastingham, and the monks' journey onto the N York moore to get there, I did find some of the 70s artwork grated a little.