I often chat away the morning with her. We’ve got to know each other well. Or rather she has got to know me well. I talk. She listens. The years have come and gone and each morning during the season Shè sets up her van at the point. I even feel it when I know she will be there, of course she will be there, it is the middle of the season and her van is parked and Shè is asleep in it and of course she is going to rise in the morning, open the shutters and say, “Come in, just brewing some coffee”.