The book’s singular achievement is in showing how Gaelic might be in decline, but it has left its traces over the country. This is admirable work, and there is a humility in Moffat’s exasperation at being a learner speaker. He parses place names with elegance, and the wry comments on his attempts to speak the language are comical, in a melancholy way. In some ways, I thought that Moffat should actually write a memoir about trying to learn Gaelic. It might make more people try.