What a strange and intriguing film. In grainy, woozy monochrome, and all but wordless, it presents the day-to-day life of an old man who lives utterly alone in remote Scotland in a ramshackle house with a broken-down caravan in the grounds – his background is unexplained. Cutting wood, doing chores, fishing from an inflatable raft, sorting through old photos, he has the look of a hermit or bearded Russian patriarch. The title of this study of extreme solitude reminded me of Ted Hughes's poem Wind: "This house has been far out at sea all night." It is influenced by Andrew Kotting, who is thanked in the credits, and possibly the Argentinian film-maker Lisandro Alonso, although one surreal moment with the caravan reminded me of those weirdo/deadpan Guinness commercials Jonathan Glazer made before moving into feature films. Quietly enigmatic, valuable work.