Summer in February

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

- Oh, look.

- Common gulls, do you think?

Yes, I would think...

I don't know. Maybe.

You were made for each other,

you and Merrilegs.

You're a little beauty, aren't you?

Where did you meet him?

In the pub, not surprisingly.

Eyes front, Dolly.

You've got your clothes on now.

Do stop shivering.

No, not AJ. Your husband?

Oh, him.

In Nottingham. I was 14.

- 14?

- Harold was 17.

And he taught me everything I know

about painting.

Oh, Harold.

- Well, what about the outbuildings?

- Ruins, aren't they?

They could be converted into studios.

There are enough artists

on my land already, aren't there?

I think we should be proud of the

artists, sir. They're a great bunch.

What's all this I hear

about this Munnings chap?

- Not sure what you mean, Colonel.

- What do they call him?

Is it AJ? There's nothing a bit off

about the fella, is there?

- No, he's great fun, sir.

- Where's he from?

- Suffolk-Norfolk way, I think.

- He's upset some people in Penzance.

I don't want a cad living on my land,

Evans. Not a cad, is he?

- They tell me he's a genius.

- Oh, Lord, not another one.

- Gilbert! Give me a hand here!

- AJ!

Quick, grab the bridle!

Grab the bridle!

- Got it!

- Shh. Calm down.

- Come on.

- Keep turning him.

There we are. Mind you give him

a good rubdown there, eh?

Sir.

- Who's coming to the party?

- Why everyone in Lamorna, of course.

No half measures, then.

Laura? Laura!

Get Gilbert a drink, will you?

Coming up, sir!

And pour one down your husband's

neck while you're at it.

Leave Harold alone!

He's all right, aren't you, Knighty?

Joey! Joey, logs, man, logs.

But there may be

regimental business in March.

I hope that's not the case. I do.

You're going to stay down here,

Gilbert? You're not leaving?

Well, it depends on the regiment.

- But we couldn't get on without you.

- That's very sweet of you, Laura...

Aha, I knew that was you. Not in

my house. Get off her. Get off her.

- You been busy, Dolly?

- I've never been busier, AJ.

Mm, me next, then, is it?

Why don't you join the queue

and take your chances?

- Join the queue...

- I'm sorry, Dolly.

- Go on.

- Go on what?

- Do what you promised.

- What did I promise?

You know what I'm talking about.

Oh, no, not now.

Right, everyone, quiet, please!

- Oh, no.

- Shh!

I want to hear this piece of lemon...

- ...hiss.

- Sorry.

When I put it on the fire.

"Once upon a midnight dreary,

"while I pondered weak and weary,

"Over many a quaint and curious

volume of forgotten lore,

"While I nodded nearly napping,

"suddenly there came a tapping,

"As of someone gently rapping,

rapping at my chamber door -"

Who on earth is that?

- Florence, my God.

- Joey.

What are you doing here?

I asked at the pub.

They said you'd be here.

Everybody,

this is my sister Florence.

- Hello, Florence.

- This is one of your parties?

One of AJ's and he does love a party.

That's Alfred Munnings?

Yes, this is Laura, Laura Knight.

She's a very famous painter.

- Oh, yes, very famous.

- This is her husband Harold.

- How do you do.

- Lovely to meet you.

This is Dolly. Now, Dolly,

she models for us painters.

If they ask nicely.

Hello.

And this is my dearest friend,

Captain Gilbert Evans.

- How do you do, Miss Carter-Wood.

- How do you do, Captain Evans.

Gilbert, please. Come and get warm.

Please, can I take your cloak?

- Yes, thank you.

- It's very free down here, Flo.

We do what we like.

We say what we like.

- So are you a soldier?

- Some of the time, yes.

And the rest of time you do what

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