Whirligig

Claypole is not ‘a large man’. He is a fat man. A fat man with thin limbs, like an egg with tentacles. And life is not going well. He’s alone, idle, and on the brink of a medical crisis when a childhood acquaintance makes him an offer he can’t understand, can’t talk about, but ultimately can’t refuse.

A week later, he finds himself in the wilds of Scotland, plunged into an eccentric community at war over a wind farm. And he’s supposed to be a backer, but he has no idea what side he’s on, e...