Several years ago, confused after the death his mother, the author took himself off to Crete and there - in the land if Icarus and Daedalus - set about fulfilling a life's dream; to construct and fly his own airplane.

This is something of a beguiling story. MacLean mixes the eccentric story of the airplane - a task simply accepted as quite natural by the locals - with insights into the history of Crete, accounts of the myths of the island and some loving portraits of the locals of the village in which he stayed and of the others that helped him along the way.

For those who love travel literature there is lots to admire about this book. While it isn't in the same studious and authoritative league as Leigh Fermor there is much here to admire, all written in an easy and entertaining style. This has more substance than, say, a Bill Bryson book.

MacLean makes you really feel for the characters that inhabit his little bit of Crete not least because he mixes humour with sadness and heartache with great effect.

This could be the next Captain Correlli's Mandolin - though please, please do not let that put you off. Just make sure you read it early and enjoy spreading the word!