Murder at the Seaside

I'm going to start this from the beginning. SD had started sailing in Zambia and when we got to Aberdeen made straight for the yacht club at Stonehaven. I'd met a friend I'd known from youth club and tennis days and we used to make sandwiches and boiled eggs and go down to the harbour until our husbands came from work to join us. We noticed a small aeroplane dodging back and forward and thought it was odd but that was all. Then one day Linda came to our house all of a tizz asking oif I'd heard about the murder. It turned out the plane had been a farmer spying on his wife having an affair and the lovers had murdered the farmer. They put his body through the machine they used for chopping up turnips for the pigs - so the story went. What was worrying Linda was that she had been to a party at the farmers and might be called as some kind of character witness. It's too long a story for this blog but I'll tell you why next time.

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