It is amazing how sights and sounds and smells can take you on a trip through past journeys and it explains how I can live in Umbria and still paint Indonesian roosters. This morning for the first time this year, it was warm enough to sit outside. As the sun burnt off all the mist, I heard a cockerel crowing and I was suddenly transported back in time to a coffee plantation on the island of Java. It is incredible how the sound of a rooster can conjure up memories and it is often from those that I am inspired to paint. This rooster was painted many summers ago, during another morning memory crowing session.