If you stood before sunrise in this wild old place, looking through the trees into the garden, here’s what you’d see: A father and son, a fox standing between them. Jack, home for the first time in years, still determined to be the opposite of his father. Gerry, who would rather talk to animals than the angry man back under his roof. Everything that follows is because of the fox, and because Jack’s mother is missing. It spans generations of big dreams and lost time, unexpected connections and things falling apart, great wide worlds and the moments that define us. If you met them in the small hours, you’d begin to piece together their story.
