"Just there," he offered, a mix of sly and shy, as he pointed upwards towards his skied work.

The piece—his piece—hung above a rather outspoken painting of a trio of centaurs and so might have been missed, but at present, depicted the colours of autumn—a palette that would be changing when the clock allowed. While it was no secret in the Browne house that Gideon enjoyed sketching, painting, he had given no indication to anyone that he was so serious about it as to submit a work to an exhibition.