“It was another beautiful autumn day, with the sun already at the height of its summit. I stood there in the fresh air and inhaled deeply before climbing into my car. I remember that I had a very positive outlook on my venture ahead. Jefferies had certainly planted a seed in my mind that brought with it great potential. I wound down my window to enjoy the cool rush of fresh country air as I drove into town.
“As I approached the Widow-Maker, I pondered how incredulous it now appeared to me that the local convention of treating that somewhat treacherous blind bend in the road to town was actually as a result of something that had occurred all those years ago, which actually involved members - all be they distant - of my family. I wondered how long after that terrible incident it was before
