At the weekend, I did a little field trip to check the accuracy of my chosen ‘body dumping’ site in my WIP. I took plenty of pictures to share with you and am already starting to feel a little homesick for these landscapes, even though I haven’t left them yet… Tentative quotes from relevant passages precede each picture.
They’d left the motorway and were climbing higher and higher into the Jura.
The road was a tangle of crazed twists, and Melinda was glad she wasn’t the one driving.
In spring and summer the road would be teeming with motorcyclists who believed they were training for vertical Moto GP…
There was no barrier to protect you from the sheer drop below, only those pathetic red sticks to mark the road in case of snowfall.
They thought this might be the forest path they’d taken the previous day…
‘We’ll have to leave the car and head there on foot…’
They found a ditch between two long bushes, the perfect place to leave their burden.