Clearly one of Kenneth’s great loves was a good view. His favourites place was Corfe Castle. We visited many times when we were young and I was always deeply concerned that a painting of Corfe did not exist. Of course it did. It turned up when a distant cousin, Jean Taylor died. The painting was packed up and sent with all her belongings to her daughter Nicky. I found myself looking at it in delight only a few years ago.

Kenneth loved a good river, a tree, a view in which he could see some of that magic. We used to picnic in Limpsfield, and I recall Kenneth painting a picture of that picnic site. But when it was finished it was an autumnal scene. We had visited in the summer. The painting of Virginia Water is beautiful, he has caught the elegance of the trees and the balance of light and dark on the snow. Dorking was another picnic site, I recall being near a great white chalk cliff. Of course today the cliffs are all overgrown. His love of landscape is quite overwhelming; where his journey began with the Mill Pond in Swanage, his visual wonderings took him through Scotland, France, Sark, and around the Home Counties. I feel they are some of the most expressive of his works. Perhaps his most historical is the little watercolour he completed when in a prisoner of war camp in Karlsruhe in Germany in 1917. He turned a prison camp view into a delicate nocturne. What talents.