What do you do when you witness your erstwhile girlfriend being pushed over the cliff at Whitby Abbey? Go to the police? Well… perhaps there are complications: it was a policeman doing the pushing; and my being there might easily be construed as complicity or even guilt; and more to the point, I knew the policeman. Well! I had known Bartholomew Fair since childhood, he was almost family.
I was studying geology at Hull, I knew this coast like the back of my hand, or thought I did. This one event had me re-evaluating not just the rocks on the North Yorkshire shore but the layers of relationships with my friends, cleaner, tutor, Carrie, my girlfriend, the now dead Drew, my parents; and what did this have to do with events during the last war?