You're not far wide of the mark. She told me that she comes up every day, and spends the days walking. She said that her family lived and worked the land at the foot of the moor for a thousand years, and her knowledge of this ancient and haunted landscape, with its many bronze age artefacts and more recent agricultural and industrial remnants, is encyclopedic. She even knew the distinct calls of the four cuckoos that live here, laughing that one of them had a croak at the end of its call, as though it had a sore throat. Later we heard it, and laughed too. She mocks herself as 'the witch of the moor', and I wasn't entirely convinced that her image would be there when I developed the film. I showed this photograph to a friend who was raised in nearby Penzance, and he told me that she is well known to locals.