Foot Fiend Origins: Confession (Part 1 of 2)
Of the location of the village I will not write in detail, all I will say is that it lies one mile from the banks of the meandering Great Western River between the ancient ridged hills and the Bristol Channel. It is a place of stability, of shallow relationships between neighbours, a place of quiet stillness amongst the landscape of ridges and hills. My Mother and Father found themselves living here, for the village was an agreeable distance between the two family homes. My Father an officer of the police and my Mother was to be expected to put aside her work life to raise the two children, myself and my younger brother. Soon the pressures and anxieties of each of their roles within the family, took strain on the marriage, and my father proposed a new beginning for all of us. A neighbour living in the high hills on the edge of the village offered land for sale, and my Father soon proposed a new design for a house. It was a fresh start, a new home, the chance to save the marriage.