As many of you know I have two German Shepherds and a Bichon Frise. The boys are lead reactive and I walk them very early in the morning, around five-thirty, so they can come off the lead and enjoy some freedom. I am very lucky to live across the road from some beautiful woodland, Blaise Castle. Meredith & Hodge readers will recognise the name. If you look very closely, you can just make out my house on the right hand side of the picture.
You may also know that I do most of my plot sorting while out walking the dogs. Believe it or not, even at that time in the morning you meet some very interesting characters. So, tucked away at the back of my mind was a plot where two dog walkers happen across a body. I don’t know who, or why, just that one of the dog walkers had committed the murder, then doubled back to give himself an alibi by choosing to take that route with a fellow walker. This is now a story which will never be written.
This morning having walked the boys, I came back and collected Molly, (she can’t keep up with them) and off I set again. As I released her from her lead, something caught the corner of my eye. It was still quite dark, not even half-light, so I shone my torch in that direction and saw something seemingly hanging from a tree. It looked like a body but the feet were touching the floor, it was kids playing pranks I told myself. Molly had scooted off, so I went after her, all the while concerned that I should have gone and checked. A few minutes later, I saw a chap we see most mornings on his cycle into work, and I asked him to look with me. The clouds had cleared a little and we knew without getting too close that it was a very real, but very dead, young lady. She was a very smart looking young girl, and I doubt that she was out of her teens.
NOT YET TWENTY!
How is it that someone of that age can be so desperate?
I had to wait very close to her for about twenty minutes, one to direct the emergency services, and two, to warn other arriving dog walkers not to come near. I was helped in this task by my cycle riding friend, who I now know as Andy, and another young man who also takes that route on his walk to work. We didn’t really speak, and all I could think about was her age, her family, and how lost she must have felt. My daughter lost a friend to suicide, same method, a little before Christmas, he was twenty-three. He left behind him many devastated friends and family members, as I’m sure this young lady has.
There is an alarming increase in the number of young people taking their lives. Which is so very wrong, it breaks my heart. Please keep an eye on those young people around you. Be they friends, family or someone you work with. I don’t know what you should look for, nor can I advise you on what to do if you do think something is amiss. But you never know, a kind word or a helping hand may make the difference.
Go and give someone a hug,