On the emerald coast of Brittany going west from St Malo I met Jack in a garden of a house in which I was passing a few days. Often in the morning in between activities with the other other children Jack took to his bike and hurtled around the long dry paths bathed in sunlight and darting in and out of the shadows, quite content, alone and all at great speed – everything a free and easy ten year old would want. Then without warning he stopped and looked at me scribbling on my pad. With the bike thrown down in a flash not to be used again that morning he calmly and patiently sat with me to paint the immediate view and later rushed off to show his dad with pride. It was a lovely moment and great to have such a wiilling and acomplished companion. Thank you Jack!