On the hottest day of the year I thought of Maurice painting Rosalind on the hill above Wilton Wide Water

He would be using Belgium Reds and Prussian Blues to catch just some of colours of her silken shawl

During breaks in the day Rosalind would swim in the wide water and would return refreshed

But Maurice would regret the heat and would watch as his paints melted on the canvas

He would wonder why that when he awoke he was so seduced by the orange and pink hues of the morning sky