When I was in my third year of University, my photographer friend Simon was struggling to come up with ideas of things to take pictures of for his final project. He always had an interest in architecture, and his photos of buildings were always good. He told me about this place called Baldhu (pronounced bell-dew) that was off the main road between Falmouth and Truro.

At Baldhu there is a church, there are stories of pagan rituals being carried out in the grounds, people breaking in and decorating the interior with pentagrams, and animal sacrifices. On top of this there were also stories about the church being haunted by the ghost of one of the parsons. We simply had to check it out.

So we packed up Simon's car with photography gear, torches, candles, glowsticks, and loads of other cool things. We took Simon's girlfriend Rebecca and our housemate Chazz. We left when it got dark, probably around 10:30pm.

When we arrived the place was pretty darned spooky, that's for sure. It was quite a way from civilisation, a good 5 miles or so. We pulled up and I immediately wanted to run around in the dark checking out all the badass gnarly haunted stuff. What I didn't know was that there was a small cemetary round the back of the church, well futile!

We unpacked all the garb, took some photos, ran around with glowsticks, and generally had a good old time. Rebecca was getting scared by the whole atmosphere, and we weren't really helping. She made Simon put the car headlights on so that it was a bit easier to see. Remember this act later...

We took some cool photos, and I went wandering off into the dark for a bit. It was quite creepy. Some other people turned up, curious to see what the fuss was about the church. We were taken aback at first, but we chatted to them and they went on their way.

It got to about midnight and we decided to pack all the stuff up and get home. With the car fully loaded, we got in and Simon went to start the engine...

Now, remember that the car headlights had been on for almost 2 hours. The battery had run flat from this headlight tomfoolery. Well I can't tell you how annoyed I was. Stuck in the middle of nowhere, in a sketchy little churchyard, no one around for miles... Well, there was a house just up the road from the church, so we called in on the owner to see if he had a set of jump leads... No such luck.

We pushed the car up to the junction at the end of the road in the hope of flagging a passing motorist. Well it wasn't the busiest road in the world, but people were passing by every 10 minutes or so. We tried, albeit unsuccessfully, to stop someone to get some help. We were lucky if the people stopped, and to be honest I don't blame them for not wanting to stop, given the situation. One car slowed right down, then as I went to explain the beef, they laughed in my face and sped off. Bastards.

It was getting later now, as it tends to do on most days of the week. I elected to walk the 4 or 5 miles back to the main road and purchase some jump leads from the petrol station. Chazz elected to come with me. Simon and Rebecca stayed at the car with my phone to try to get a hold of a friend who had a car.

Walking in the pitch black with a pissy little torch was pretty surreal. Every so often we'd hear noises emanating from the bushes, very uncool. Cars would pass with decreasing regularity, and our attempts to flag them down were increasingly futile. After about 3 miles Chazz got a call from Simon; Rebecca was freaking out big time, shitting herself really. Simon had a massive argument with her and was sulking outside the car, which gave her the heebie jeebies even moreso, being stuck in a car on her own. But he had some good news, he had managed to track down some jump leads from a friend of ours.

Dan had a set of leads, which was ace. Unfortunately he was very drunk, which wasn't so ace. We needed to secure a vehicle for Dan's jump leads, because walking to and from Falmouth would have taken hours indeed. And also we needed a car with which to jump from. Simon got a hold of Steve, woke him up in fact. He borrowed his girlfriend's car (something which would later come back to haunt us in the form of a dispute, she was a cunt), and picked up Dan.

The problem was, they didn't know how to get to the church. What a saga.

So me and Chazz walked the rest of the way to the main road and found a nice place to sit and wait for Steve and Dan to arrive, at which point we would board the car and direct them to the rendez-vous point.

This happened swiftly and efficiently, and in no time we were back with Simon and Rebecca. We jump started Simon's car, thanked Steve and Dan profusely, and set about driving home.