Last night the police knocked on our door. A body had been found that morning on View Island and they were going door to door questioning all the nearby residents. Had we been to View Island? Were we there yesterday? Had we seen anything unusual in the area? "No, so sorry. Can't tell you anything about the body. At the moment we are treating it like foul play." There are a lot of fowls in the area, but I don't think he was punning.View Island is tiny and just a little further out into the Thames than Heron Island. It is connected to the mainland by a bridge, from the park where I walk to the Caversham Lock. It is uninhabited and I imagined that it was conceptualised as a fantasy playground for children. I took this picture when I was exploring there. I've been out there a couple of times. It has always been deserted. I guess I will no longer wonder around there on my own.
This morning there were two mobile police stations at the junction of the road to Heron Island and the park. The entrance to the bridge was blocked by a car, yellow tape was tied across the uprights and a policewoman stood guard. About six policeman were milling around and they questioned a cyclist, who was on route to the bridge.
I was really delighted when I moved to Heron Island, almost downtown but in an idyllic, country setting. Now Stephen King has moved in.
2 comments:
You are missing your opportunity to be the Ms. Marpel of the local community! Well I think we should wait until the post-mortum before seriously worrying, but I wouldn't have gone on to that island or even taken the path to the weir after dark.
Ms Marple and Dective Clouseau :)
I guess I would have to be the Cheif inspector with the eye tick :)
And drew can be the man servant :)
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