Kiri.

In her story, Kiri goes out at dusk. She walks down the path to the point, passes the houses where she might be needed, doesn't knock on any door, turns around, and comes back. She carries a small lamp in her bag that she almost never switches on, because she finds her way without it and would struggle to explain how.

Visitors from other islands always arrive at the wrong time. She never tells them so. She simply puts water on to heat and waits for them to work it out themselves, which is her way of being patient with people.

There's a reason behind the schedule. The kakapo is a strictly nocturnal parrot: it sleeps by day pressed close to the ground and comes out in the dark, walking, because it's the only parrot in the world that has lost the ability to fly. It's also the heaviest one there is.

Kiri doesn't explain any of this. She simply has breakfast at four in the afternoon, goes out when the light fades, and comes back at dawn. And in her hardback notebook there are whole pages with the year written at the top and nothing below.