Day 05 Goumois to Morteau
Day 04 Montbelliard to Goumois
I am in a fancy hotel, shaped like a big chalet, in the tiny village of Goumois, half of the village is in France and the other half is in Switzerland. I’m in France at the moment.
Day 01 to 3 Streatham to Montbelliard
I have arrived in a rather soulless hotel near a motorway junction in the town of Montbelliard. This is where the mountain bike tour starts, so I will get to see what these “Jura Mountains” look like tomorrow. Today I cycled 85km from a nice little town called Vesoul, I arrived there on the train […]
Chapter 5 — The radio Tower —
Chapter 5 — A New Beginning — Every day is a new beginning, more coffee and more food. Opening the window, the sun was shining and the birds were singing, it was still Spring. But I needed to talk. I fired up whatsapp. I needed to pump Gerald Markham for info, if there was something […]
Chapter 4 — Fire and Water —
Chapter 4 — Fire and Water — Alighting at the station I realised that without my phone I had no map. Miraculously, asking the way actually worked, after half an hour traipsing through the dreary town I was wandering along a path by a muddy riverbank. The tide was out and the mud was sparkling […]
Chapter 3 — A buzz on the Entryphone —
Chapter 3 — A buzz on the Entryphone — I needed food and a shower and sleep, so I headed home. With no money and no phone, an hour’s walk. At least my keys had not gone. Back in the flat I headed first for the coffee percolator, then for the whisky bottle. I needed […]
Chapter 2 — Spring Fever —
Chapter 2 — Spring Fever — What Gerald Markham, the orchestra’s conductor was telling me was setting off numerous lines of speculation, but now was not the time to speculate, what I needed was facts. I remembered the latchkey in the evidence bag. “Do you have an address for George, I would like to check […]
The Tiger and the Goat
The Tiger and The Goat A South London Detective Story, by Nick Trotman
Chapter 1 — The Body —
Chapter 1 – The Body I had been demoted from Detective Sergeant in the Metropolitan Police fraud squad to Desk Sergeant at Gypsy Hill police station, a harsh blow. I really had believed that the Duchess had stolen her own jewels in order to get publicity for her upcoming autobiography, it had seemed convincing at […]
Midsummer Bargain
A Midsummer Bargain Obadiah lived in a hut in the woods – but it was a luxury hut, a glam hut, a glut, as he called it. Ithad a grass roof, it grew out of the hillside like a bunker with glass walls, it was allecologically-sourced wood and straw insulation and a special type of […]