Love, Terror and Tragedy strikes Dartmouth's Royal Regatta week. A body is caught up in the propeller of a sailing yacht returning to The River Dart. Events which follow bring love and tragedy in equal measure, as a young woman journalist gets caught up in acts of terror affecting two of the wealthy family estates on either bank of the river. More
The Hawley's and the Gilbert's of Langham, two of the wealthiest families have been feuding for generations, but the horrific events at the Regatta Ball bring the families together, along with the people of Dartmouth.
Pilgrim's River is set in the town and on the banks of this most graceful and picturesque river in Devon.
Julie Fairbrother was a journalist with the local press, the Dartmouth Breeze, but that was her day job, having successfully written several books about Dartmouth's rich history and many of its colourful characters, including my own ancestors who had graced the town for centuries. She was a vodka red-bull girl, which probably explained her ebullient nature, but I liked her a lot. "So, what have you been up to tonight then Bobby" came the inevitable question, delivered just as my mother would have when I had been a naughty little boy, and she knew it. I guessed from her tone that she already knew the answer to her question.
"I've just had a great day out on the boat, and I was hoping for a quiet couple of pints to round off a perfect day until you came in". "Nasty, nasty, now I know your day didn't end perfectly because I saw the lifeboat come in ahead of you". "What makes you think the lifeboat had anything to do with me" I retorted"? "I saw it go out and drove up to the castle for a better view, so before you spin me any more yarns, I also know Bill Morgan was on board, so I guessed it was more than a routine exercise".
It took four pints of Doom Bar before I finally broke, but when I did, I spilt the whole can of beans.
We left The Castle well after midnight and headed back to the town dock. I invited her aboard Pilgrim for a nightcap and climbed over the rail, went to hold out a hand to help her aboard and found she'd turned and disappeared into the darkness, leaving me realising I had just been had, big time. She was a slippery one I thought, but just as well as I would have to move Pilgrim off the town dock before six o'clock in the morning, otherwise Sam, the harbour master would have my 'guts for garters'. So I retired to my bunk and crashed out.