We finally made it to the William Nicholson exhibition at Pallant House – a beautiful exhibition, larger and more comprehensive than I was expecting, showing the full range of his work, including his luscious and beautifully observed still lives which, along with his portraits, are what one remembers.

I was intrigued that he never became an RA. The answer is, not surprisingly, that he was asked in 1926, but turned it down on the grounds that ‘the idea of a label of any sort scares me away from all desire to paint’. Maybe he was a bit less conformist than he appears.