She only asked if she could go home once, and was quickly distracted by a passing motorbike.

‘Are you there yet,’ she asked often, as if her presence was barely of note.

A song came on, and I sang along quietly, ‘better than a hallelujah’. A stillness joined us, and a deeper Presence.

‘You’re a champion I said,’ when we arrived. And her smile of acceptance was worth the journey.