We had just been for lunch at Boswell House –
she had wanted to take me there, now her thoughts were aroused.
They had transformed the place from when I was young
and now, for her, the memories rolled of her tongue;
‘Do you remember Hettie Copeland?’
‘Oh yes!, I said, ‘she wore glasses and a hair band’

‘Her father managed the farm here’, she pointed, as we drove away…