We had gone on a holiday to the Canary Islands. I love the ruggedness of the terrain and the warmth of the air. Unfortunately the children were cross and tetchy, hot and tired and slightly bored by it all, probably missing life at home.
I watched them from above, colt like figures against the hefty Atlantic waves. They seemed impervious to the crashing of the water against the sea walls. When I came home I painted three canvases being careful to mix a deep turquoise paint for the sea in exactly the same colour I remembered from that particular hot day.