She was forever trying to recapture the wild land we’d left. Recreating a wilderness in the back garden of a house in a small English market town. She was building a miniature theme park dedicated to her perpetual yearning to be somewhere else, to escape wherever she was, to start afresh and surely this time to be happy. She too was lost, forever floating in the great ocean, forever on the lookout for swimming horses to deliver us from our fate.