Miss Village's Fate.
I was looking forward to a relaxing summer day at the local village fete. Things got sticky, though, when I agreed to judge the homemade jams competition. Somebody was determined to ensure five times winner, Miss Village, wouldn’t be raising the winner's trophy again… ever again.
An old friend, Brian Philips, asked me along to a village fete on the outskirts of London. We had been good friends at college and that continued into our professional lives. He lived there, I in London. We regularly met to discuss our respective careers; he was a vet and me... well, a Sleuth, of course!