A personal diary film examining the relationship between a woman and her father, a methodist minister. Through the use of home movies the filmmaker attempts an emotional and intellectual reconciliation.

”Life was a series of routines, and Sunday was the worst day of the week. Each new year, I would check what day Christmas fell on If it were a Sunday, it meant we didn't have to go to church twice in one week, and the whole year felt better. We would have a cooked breakfast (Mum often made tripe, or fried brains for this meal), then off to church and Sunday School, where Dad was superintendent. Lunch would be the Sunday roast, and m the afternoon, we kids could play But there were no parties, and no dancing.

Almost every Sunday evening after tea, we'd watch movies. We saw ourselves growing up, laughing at fashion changes and private jokes, and above all, had Dad's image of family life re-inforced

To find my own vision, I had to reject yours, and test myself to find out what I was made of? Out of love you tried to prevent my pain, but your safety is like suffocation I look at these pictures of my father in 1937 He was 29 I don't recognise him. There's only a young man I never knew.”