Never to England or Scotland. I think I found you by reading a poem. I may be mistaken. I do recall general sense of capability. In fact I sensed she is reluctant to let the words do some tumbling, cascading. I read a bit of Herriot in college. Quite forgotten now. I believe there was a PBS show decades ago that I watched a few episodes. The diarist can write in any voice she chooses. Try one, try another. Reveal with a thunderous candor or hint, hint, hint. I am almost certain I liked a poem very much, and I think it was yours. Am I wrong?