The story of Clissold Park was woven with images from a childhood dream.
Crawshay, the proprietor of the park in the mid to late 1800s, had a daughter who was courted by Rev. Augustus Clissold. Crawshay had a dislike for vicars, and had a servant chase him away with a shotgun.
My dream featured a slow-motion persuit by a dark cloaked figure with a gun barrel face. The resulting entity in this work became a mixture of a Trojan Horse and something like a tank. The chase around the park took place during the middle of the night, making the most of the headlamp eyes of the monster.