How are you looking after yourself, all on your own down here?
Well I have to do as I can. I don't do so badly. But sometimes in winter time I haven't always time to get a meal, much less cook one. All my time and energy's taken up with looking after the cattle. I don't get about as swiftly. One doesn't get about as quickly as they used to or do things as easily.
Hannah, you're not getting any younger and your health isn't perhaps as good as it could be. How many winters like this can you stand, do you think?
I don't know. I'll just have to see. That's the only thing - to hope for the best, and just see how it goes. We all... that's life. We just have to travel on as we can.
[now aged 60, Hannah's health is starting to fail and she is struggling to cope with the hard winters]
Let's talk about the future. You know that a lot of your friends are worrying about you - they worry every winter - and they're rather hoping there'll be a major change.
Yes, the time will come. Perhaps pretty near. But it is a proper... a big upheaval, emotionally, physically, mentally. It's just as if my world was falling to pieces. Everything I've known and I'm sure of. Security, everything. I don't know how I'll leave here. Or how I'll feel after I *have* left. It's my world. And it's lovely - lovely scenes. [Hannah's eyes fill with tears] The moonlight on the water. I think it's one of the loveliest things. I stood and watched sometimes even when I was tired. In the winter time - I don't like the winter. It's marvellous. I'm very lucky to live in such a lovely place.
[Hannah is looking out over the reservoir beside her farm]
I always found solace and comfort with the water. Even the times when things weren't so good, I'd come down here, to what I call my beloved Mississippi and Hunder Beck. I *am* happier, through that iron gate, than in my own fields. The beauty - to me there's nowhere like it, never will be. And whatever I am, wherever I am, this is me. This is my life. And if there's a funny old person in years to come - a ghost walking up and down here - it'll be me. A big part of me, wherever I am, will be left here. That's me. There's nowhere else. There's nowhere like it.
[Hannah is leaving her farmhouse to go live in a nearby village. The removal van is being towed by a tractor up a snowy lane, with a glorious sunset behind it. She takes a last look at the house where she has lived all her life]
[tearfully] Whatever I am, wherever I am, this is me.