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It’s mid-afternoon by the time I arrive in Bideford. Apart from a quick stop at Chieveley Services to go to the loo, reset my nausea clock and fill my car up with petrol, I do the entire drive in one go.
I pass Barnstaple on my way in and wonder if I should stop there first, just in case that’s where Jess works, but my sat-nav tells me it’s only about ten miles and twenty minutes on to Bideford, so I stick with my original plan.
As I arrive in Bideford, the road takes me over a bridge that crosses a river, and I park up in a car park just the other side. I open Google Maps on my phone and look for Bideford Police Station. I’m really close. Zero point two miles away, apparently. But I’ve got a parking space and I need to stretch my legs, so I get out of the car, buy a parking ticket a
