I painted this nearly thirty years ago! It was inspired by the memory of something I saw from the window of a coach travelling through Switzerland on a rainy evening. Just before I fell asleep, uncomfortably, with my head against the window, raindrops streaming along the outside of the pane, this strange vision appeared on the twilit horizon of the hills – a sense of great melancholy significance, as if something of personal importance had happened there. It’s still one of my favourites. Many years later I tried to recapture its moody desolation in an illustration for a book (depicting a boat in a storm) but could never quite get that same sense of turbulent consolation it seems to offer.