A little stone lad stands in the formal gardens at a place I find beguiling and unique: Burton Agnes Hall & Gardens.
He cradles at his shoulder, a rabbit, holding it firmly with ownership by its ears, and yet with affection too. You can tell his rabbit is his favourite thing. He stands at the end of a corridor created by shaped Yew trees toward the back corner of the garden, where he's easy to miss. Spotted with lichen and subtly carved, I wonder how many people who do see him there, don't detect he's holding a rabbit.
He stands there looking directly at us, in the sunshine of a bright vivid summers day – proud and haughty like a little prince. A delightful and intriguing little man and his bunny rabbit. I might paint him again some day.