As he drives through the landscape, he seems almost neutral. Not quite resigned but certainly not lamenting his lot, he neither enthuses about his surroundings nor seems to take them for granted. I never think of 47 years of living in England, I never really settled. I never feel I belong here. Such feelings have helped keep him aware.
Home is a country mill.
Comfortable and surrounded partly by garden as well as a sloping field on a slight rise where sheep graze, William Trevor, or Trevor, as his wife, Jane, calls him, lives in discreet order. The Cox home is essentially a large cottage, parts of which are old style with thick walls, narrow landings and an aura of tradition, while other sections are quite modern. It is very pretty and also practical. The actual mill building houses a large courtyard and a range of interesting old buildings is one side of the lane leading to the main house. Both admit to being hard of hearing.