Eve, 1881

It was bitterly cold - Rodin's Jean d'Aire seemed to be clenched against the wind, not the Hundred Years' War - but in a woodland grove at Compton Verney yesterday, Eve was surrounded by drifts of yellow aconites and snowdrops and spring seemed to be on the way. A lovely exhibition, indoors and out and I wished I could take Rodin's sculpture of entwined hands - two people's entwined hands - home with me.