Coming home from the funeral of a long-time and special friend, I stop by at the great stone church at Hartland Quay. It is a day of storms, straight off the Atlantic – the rain torrential, wind savage.
I do not switch on the lights. Inside, it grows ever darker as wind and rain batter the outside of the building, making strange clattering and banging noises that keep me on high alert. I feel like a ghost, and can find no peace.
Standing on the cliffs, sunlight comes through for a few moments, as I say farewell.