Milo likes to get about.
I realised he must have followed us onto the train to Vernon, then got himself to Monet’s Garden on the bus that takes you to the village.
He must have loved the peace and quiet of no other visitors, when we painters were there by special arrangement. We had just one hour so I wouldn’t have noticed a thing except my pad and pen working at lightening speed. The feeling was pure joy to be here in the home of the Master.
So here he is, taking it all in. Perhaps the spirits of his ancestors are stalking the evening shadows.