Juliet Blaxland’s The Easternmost House (Sandstone Press, £9.99; Tablet price £9) is a gentle first-person account of a year living on a crumbling cliff on the most easterly edge of England. When the book begins, her house is 50 paces from the edge; by the end it’s 25. The tone is both meditative and accepting as she celebrates nature and rural living through the seasons. As she concludes, “Everyone has a cliff coming towards them, in the sense of our time being finite … The difference is that we can see ours, pegged out in front of us.”