I've mentioned on this or similar threads before that people constantly underestimate the ability of the outdoors to chew people up without trace, only for bones or a few scraps of clothing to turn up years later - and some will never turn up, because no-one comes across them.
The Wests and the equally despicable Robert Black seem to have accounted for most of the missing/murdered female teenagers, young women and girls for quite a few years.
I think that was one of the ones mentioned in an early FT.
Interestingly, I noticed this story yesterday which seems to be suggesting just that. A pair of young children wandered off at a holiday park, a woman seems to have tried to intervene and was yelled at. Now she is being "hunted" by the police.
I could be wrong but it was either an attempted abduction or someone tried to rescue two unattended young children. Which is more likely?
The father of those children who let them go off alone will no doubt be blaming the woman who apprehended them.
Or a farmer. Or Bono.
I put down the book on Fred and Rosemary West, because, you know, difficult reading, but will start reading it again tonight...
You're not odd, you're a thoroughly fascinating complex carbon based biped, and we wouldn't have you any other way....
Yes, I sometimes hike on very seldom-used public footpaths, miles from the nearest real village. I sometimes think I could be walking within yards of a body and never know it.
Which is why bodies are often found by dog walkers. Not only because dog walkers venture into places that are infrequently travelled, but because dogs can be very...nosy...when they smell something dead.
Or, most murderers are dog walkers. They murder random walkers and return later and report the body. "Of course my prints and DNA are all over it, I was trying to keep the dog away and check whether they were still alive and needed help."
The dog would dob them in. You can't trust a dog.Or, most murderers are dog walkers. They murder random walkers and return later and report the body. "Of course my prints and DNA are all over it, I was trying to keep the dog away and check whether they were still alive and needed help."
That's a strange way of putting it. Sounds like the police know more than they're letting on if they're sure witnesses have died.
Yup, my JRT would roll enthusiastically on anything dead she found. She had a friend who'd join her at the drop of a hat.
Sadly after all this time it seems the best Katrice's family can hope for is closure in the form of her remains being found.
Never underestimate what could be, charitably, called paranoia on the part of one section of the population. With enforced stay-at-home-ness owing to lack of energy (cardiac thing awaiting attention) one thing that keeps me sane is noodling around in the Internet. Facebook remains a productive seam of delight, communication, weirdness and occasional "uggh" - you never know what's going to pop up next.,
There was an article about Marian Partington in the Observer which described Marian's feelings about holding Lucy's skull. Is that in the book?
I was talking about seeing unattended toddlers walking along in the open air and intervening because they are in immediate danger. I have done this myself and never been accused of anything untoward.
In the 90s there was a scheme in East London which worked to prevent sex offenders re-offending. They had to have pleaded guilty and they had to have allowed the facts to be opened in a way that reflected the truth of what had happened. I believe their approach was to persistently challenge the offender’s beliefs and attitudes and to show no sympathy. I remember they had a very low level of re-offending but I don’t know if they still are working.
I listened to an interview today with Marian Partington talking about Lucy, and how she eventually forgave Rose West. It was incredibly moving.
I did exactly the same. I watched a small boy, possibly 4 years old, maybe younger, walking down the road for about a minute and looked also for an adult. The road was a quite road and it became obvious he was on his own.
Great work, well done.
