We had a couple of hours to spare so crossed the causeway to Holy Island. In the distance on the headland we saw JS. We called ‘Broken bone!’ at her and she responded with a wave and a smile.

When we reached the house we expected to find everything in order, just as my sister J said that she had left it earlier in the day. However, we spotted evidence that the house was still occupied, and could hear voices on the top floor. I shouted up:

‘If you’re coming downstairs, please make sure that you are decent!’

A family of four descended to the first floor.  The older woman recognised my mother as the party that had been sending her solicitor’s letters with a demand to no longer illegally visit the house on Holy Island. I couldn’t understand how the family had access until she waved a key at us and mentioned a ‘friend’ who had given permission.

I announced that this would not do, snatched the key, photographed the woman’s contact details (from a sticker on the base of a vase that she was carrying), and chased the foursome out of the house.

As they climbed the stone spiral staircase up to the courtyard I witnessed the woman scold her husband, ‘This would never have happened if you had not committed murder. I’m going to turn you in to the police!’