It was a late October afternoon just after the clocks changed for winter, and I had hoped I might enjoy the last russety blush of autumn colour on the hills before the daylight went, but within five minutes of take- off our little plane - a 16-seater De Havilland - was enveloped in a bouncy cloud, and it was obvious that there would be no spectacular panoramas this day. So I read a book and tried not to notice the turbulence or to let my thoughts preoccupy themselves with unhappy fantasies involving splintering wings and a long, shrill plunge down to earth.I hate little planes. But we want the same things and I have to admit, what she is doing is working.Interviews by Daisy Price. THE LAST time it occurred to me, in a serious way, that Death is out there - you know, really out there, just hovering - and that my name is in his book, was on a short flight from Boston to Lebanon, New Hampshire, when we got in a little trouble. They have carried the battle forward - and I think their influence is good.Our relationship is a bit stormy at the moment - we seem to rub each other up the wrong way can be very bolshy and does bully me sometimes.

I think the reason she's stayed so long, is because she has been joined by all these eco-protesters. I thought, shall I go and throttle her, or shall I do some leafleting for the campaign? I decided to do some leafleting, and a neighbour came out of her house and said: "Thank your daughter for all she's done for us." In a way, it made me feel proud.I thought the camp was just a laugh over the holidays and she would go back to college. And I wouldn't want her to be fashion conscious.When she was accepted at a college to do A-levels, I was really happy. But she decided she would rather be an eco-warrior, or an eco-protester as she likes to call herself, than go to college.I was angry, we had a row and she slumped off to the camp. At least she's not out pubbing and clubbing: her way of life is preferable to that.

She had been camping in gardens and fields with her friends before. At the time, I was campaigning against development with other people I was writing letters and lobbying MPs. But whenever a councillor came to talk to me, it was about moving off the land. They weren't interested in discussing my letters or the development plans.Her protest is stopping the development, so in one way, I am pleased But I don't want her on the camp I'm worried about the eviction: it will be dangerous She might get hurt when the police come I know a few people blame me for 's actions. But I can't stop her: she's beyond my control, and has a mind of her own. was at home, she helped to nurse him, so he didn't have to go into a hospice She was actually with him when he died in March 1997.

And she was very comforting to me after my husband's death.When I was told about the camp, I wasn't concerned. It was all very worrying.Her father told me to withdraw her from school, and then we found Education Otherwise, an organisation for home-educated children, where we got lots of advice.My husband's cancer started to get worse and I left work. It coincided with the discovery that she had inherited thyroid cancer from her father. I went to the school and the teachers said she should watch Top of the Pops, to have something to talk to her friends about This really upset me. She was a terrible toddler - we were lucky to get away with one tantrum a day Her brother, Eddie, is much easier to get along with. was always very clever - she was reading Enid Blyton at the age of six and Agatha Christie at ten She passed the eleven plus and went to grammar school.