From the exuberance of Fanny’s ruffled collars and brightly coloured hats, to the couples stepping out onto Hampstead heath (via the back door and through the washing lines, note) I revelled in their youthful vitality, not to mention the visually compelling seasonal changes. Campion’s gift for bringing to life their growing friendship amidst the altering course of time was magnificent; her seasons were brilliantly lit, bursting onto the screen, strong yet vulnerable to each change but like youth also, never quite acknowledging the dying of one into another. I think that was the most important effect for me – that they were moving inevitably towards death but with an energy for life that was a gift.

I could not take to some of the lines of poetry Keats spoke though when with Fanny. For me they belonged to those concentrated moments of his after the event, powerfully re-created as poetry. Those parts, I winced at a little and began to get irritated with the man’s wet jacket again. Plus I don’t like being faced with a screen of credits etc when a poem is still being recited.