In 1948 or shortly before, Paine’s wife, Anna, bought a house in Jersey – No. 7 Gorey Pier. They were to spend the rest of their lives in Jersey.
The house, situated directly below 13th century Mt. Orgueil Castle, was haunted. The neighbours heard noises in the house when it was empty and thought there were squatters. One night Paine’s room was filled with blue light. Another time he was smoking by his bedroom window when he saw a Crusader in chain mail standing just inside the door. The apparition went out sideways. He drew it but the sketch seems, appropriately enough, to have disappeared. A friend staying at the house asked if there was a ghost – not something they advertised in advance. Paine said he followed the grey shape of a man downstairs into the sitting room where it vanished. Others heard a door banging at night. There were footsteps and smells of burning and cooking. It is easy to be sceptical but the independent testimony of many people suggests that No. 7 was indeed haunted. This was, no doubt, a factor in Paine’s move to La Guerdainerie Cottage, Trinity, after his third marriage in 1962. The cottage was attached to The Old Mint where Charles II had produced his own money and nearly ruined the local economy.
Along the pier landwards from No. 7 stands the Moorings Hotel where Paine spent many convivial evenings. He designed a menu and letter head.
When Anna died in 1960, Paine was very hard hit. His health deteriorated and in June 1962 he was admitted to the private wing if St. Helier hospital suffering from malnutrition, dehydration and dermatitis. There he met the sister in charge, Joan Bolshaw. They were married on the 18th of the following October at Holy Trinity Church, Horwich, near Bolton in Lancashire.
Joan and Charles Paine c.1965
Shortly afterwards they moved to La Guerdainerie Cottage. At La Guerdainerie Paine had a studio with a north facing light over the garage. After five short years of happy marriage he died of bone cancer in 1967.
His friend and neighbour, Desmond Rexworthy wrote of him, ‘Charles Paine . . . was a child of God, a man whose humour and convivial conversation overlay an unusually fine sensibility and sensitivity. . . . To be his friend was an experience of depth; for the few his passing leaves a sore lack which can only be compensated by the love of God. For the many, his art survives, although he eschewed exhibition and publicity during his life.’ (Jersey Evening Post, 10th July 1967)