I had a very great deal in common with her. We shared a great love of nature and of country things and all that. She loved being a peasant and living in the country. Once I was married and we lived in the country, she loved coming down and picking up sticks for the fire and fiddling around, you know, gathering mushrooms and apples and things. She was herself. She sort of blossomed in that environment. She was wrongly placed, I think, in a town, city, arty kind of.. it wasn’t her kind of thing at all, any of it. And she did, certainly at Kettle’s Yard, she made it quite clear it wasn’t her life, she wasn’t taking part in it except to be there and support him and feed him and all that which she did perfectly. But it wasn’t the way she wanted to live and her joy when she used to come and see us, because we were farming, at being just a sort of rustic kind of person was absolutely apparent.