We have fish and chips, which W. and I fetch from the shop in Settle market-place. Some local boys come in and there is a bit of chat between them and the fish-fryer about whether the kestrel under the counter is for sale. . . . Only when I mention it to W. does he explain Kestrel is now a lager. I imagine the future is going to contain an increasing number of incidents like this, culminating with a man in a white coat saying to one kindly, "And now can you tell me the name of the Prime Minister?
My first lead role was a stage play called A Kestrel for a Knave. I was 11.
If you die, I'll die. ' 'But is you live, I'll live. ' - Bowman and Kestrel, Firesong