She appears regularly at Edinburgh International Book Festival and many other literary events.
Compiling the RLS Treasury was in pre-computer days, so I’d go down to the National Library in Edinburgh to research, and come back with armfuls of photocopies. Then a friend in Edinburgh, Sheena McDonald, offered us
corduroy jacket leaning over the bannister, as if he was looking for the postman. I’d say ‘Good morning’ but as he never replied I felt embarrassed, and stopped looking up at him. Then, one day, there was a letter that wasn’t for us, so I put it on the mat upstairs. Well, when the boss came back I mentioned the young man upstairs. ‘What young man? We own this building,’ he said, and went on about squatters. We went upstairs, and there was the letter still lying where I’d left it, and when he opened the door all that was in the room was our boxes. The young man didn’t exist! I was horrified. I couldn’t bear to go back. I got my mother to phone and say I was sick, and then I resigned.