I hear Mr Johnson's little boy call "Harry, Harry" down below in the street and anon I hear his scuttling feet across the gravel as he runs past our house. Our back iron gate swings open and hits the ivied wall out of which it is built, with a bang, then quick steps up the passage, then the sound of the milk can opening and of the jug drawn off the window sill. Then I think of what joy is before me in a full day." 33 years later this piercing memory engenders "The Farm Gate" of 1950. Its subject is the scene watched wistfully from the bedroom window of Spencer's memory. Its focus is Spencer himself, newly married to his first wife, Hilda, standing by the wall of Ovey's farm. With great concentration Spencer struggles to secure the locking bar of the gate opened by Hilda.