Remembering summer days, looking out to sea ( a long way off ) through the mist.
Mary Kemp - Through the Mist.
I used my sketches for reference, I also looked at the photos I took, but they just didn't show what I remembered.
I can still feel the cool of the morning mist on my arms. It soon warmed up, and after I'd done the drawings I had a hearty breakfast.
I used pastel over the watercolour to help with the ethereal feeling.