21/04/2026
Gunwalloe.
Growing up, my dad fished. A lot. Many a Friday night was spent at my auntie's house whilst my Dad went fishing with my Uncle. They seemed to go on all sorts of adventures, with endless tales.
There was one tale I remember vividly, as it scared me. Dad talked of a church he walked past, to go night fishing, and a hooded figure walking on the wall, he looked back, and it was gone, he checked a few times. He also said he did some research and found out that the vicar of that church had passed, many many years ago, in dramatic circumstances. (I can't actually cite this) But my Dad was very honest, very rational, very real, not a believer in anything super natural, but he had no other explanation to this figure, other than a ghost.
Last year when hiking the Southwest Coast Path, we reached Gunwalloe, I felt an instant connection here, I felt something. Sadly both my Dad and Uncle are now gone, so I couldn't ask whether this was THE church. I made a few phone calls, right there on the beach, and found out that this was indeed a spot they fished at, but I was the only one who knew of this story. So some guess work on my part was needed. But I suspect this is the church that my Dad saw that hooded figure on the wall.
This is what i hope my art can be for people, an image to recall your own memories from, a trigger, allowing to relive those memories. Hopefully happy. If not, reminding you of a lost love one, that you want to remember.