'Fishguard' (Every Turn of the Tide, The Past Remains) by Simon Chatterley [ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK]

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Here’s another original soundtrack piece from composer, musician and artist Simon Chatterley.

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'Fishguard' (Every Turn of the Tide, The Past Remains) by Simon Chatterley. Composed and performed by Simon Chatterley. Copyright Simon Chatterley 2025. All Rights Reserved.

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After the miscarriage of their daughter, Daniel and Eleanor’s marriage fractures in ways neither can repair. The loss becomes an unspoken chasm — she retreats inward, he turns brittle with helplessness — until their shared home feels like a place where hope once lived and now can’t return. They part quietly, without ceremony, each carrying their own private narrative of what went wrong.

Months later, both are drawn — unknowingly — to the Pembrokeshire coast. Daniel rents a small cottage near the cliffs, burying himself in geological fieldwork, tracing fault lines and strata as if the deep time of stone might make his own loss feel less immediate. Eleanor takes a job at the local newspaper, walking the headlands and harbours to gather stories, her notebook and camera a shield against solitude.

Their first encounter is sudden and silent: a turn in a harbour lane, a glance that lingers for half a second before breaking. From then on, they move in the same geography but never toward each other. They pass in the aisles of the village shop, on narrow cliff paths, in the corner of the café on stormy days — two people with a shared history but nothing more.

The coast itself is their only point of connection. Daniel spends long hours measuring rock formations, reading the coastline’s layered past; Eleanor’s articles quietly preserve the life of the community — the opening of a festival, a school’s centenary, the rescue of a beached porpoise. From a distance, she sometimes watches him on the headland, shoulders hunched against the wind; he catches sight of her on the pier, pen poised over a fresh page.

Neither crosses the space between. In this rugged corner of Wales, they live parallel lives — tethered not by love, nor even by loss, but by the knowledge of something that wasn't meant to hold.