Poor Johnny! It was pouring down rain at Myerscough college when Johnny, his father Clive and the Vail of Lune hunt came to pose while I painted. (I'm not stupid...There's me, jet-lagged yet dry in the tent). I was doing a painting demonstration initially in the rain, but the rain soaked my clothes and my paint wouldn't move, so I chickened-out. Johnny let the rain drizzle down his neck for a full 20 minutes. (The resulting painting is in my studio and will be uploaded soon.)