This is probably the third time I've read this book. It's excellent at evoking the peace, isolation and enormity of the jump to leap from living in a city into a remote ramshackle old farmhouse in the high wastes of Scotland. No electricity, only a farm track to the door, a leaking roof, snow up to the upper story windows in the winter, there are trials to overcome that combat with the beauties of the scenery for their willingness to stay. And then there's the problems of earning a living - not the easiest thing out there.
Basan is an evocative writer, with an eye and ear for the right word and the details. The first two thirds of the book are brilliant as they buy the cottage, pull it back into an habitable state, endure their first winters, gradually acclimatise to live and conditions, try to build their careers as cookery writer and photographer and gather dogs and babies.
The final third drifts away from the writer though - the trajectory of the story disappears as it gets closer to the present day (or when it was written, anyway) and the book gets lost into a series of unconnected observations and incidents. It's because of this that I don't give it five stars - I almost went down to three stars, but felt that would have been mean.
You can now go to stay in Carrunuch, because Basan offers cookery courses and you can spend time with her and in this beautiful spot you've immersed yourself in. I was sad to read that the couple split up shortly after this book was written / published (which might explain the drifting of the last section, if Basan didn't want to included the arguments and bad times, which would have been understandable).
But it is a lovely book and I'll no doubt read it again some time.