In the summer of 1950 June and Carter took a walking holiday in Southern England
They had three conversations
One
I saw a heroine from one of his books
Walking across a bleak moor
She was trying to protect herself
Against the bitter winds
I was sitting opposite you
Next to a warm fire
You were sleeping
And I was slowly overwhelmed
By your sense of guilt
Two
The low harsh sun
Was dying in the hills
A number of hours earlier
You had predicted
Its demise
Three
In the evening
After an engaging walk
You took a bath
Whilst I recorded this conversation
In my diary