We’ve been delighted to read the comments readers have posted on Amazon about A Single To Filey by Michael Murray.
The majority of readers have enjoyed the book and want to read more about DCI Tony Forward.
At the end of A Single To Filey, Michael writes:
"Thanks for downloading A Single To Filey. I hope you enjoyed reading my first DCI Tony Forward novel. All the characters in A Single To Filey are figments of my imagination and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. As you may have realised some of the locations in the novel are fictionalised. However, the Yorkshire coast is a beautiful area and a great place to live or enjoy a holiday. If you’ve never visited I recommend it highly."
It’s lovely that in some of the reviews there are references to the setting for the novel:
"Enjoyed the setting for this book as have spent many summer days in and around Flamborough."
"One of the great ‘characters’ in this book is the local landscape, some of which is named but some invented – though you can guess approximately where these places are."
"The setting was the lovely Yorkshire coast."
"A mixture of fictional places and real places on the east coast of Yorkshire made it quite familiar."
"While the investigation advances and the intricate plot unfolds we perceive the beautiful settings of the novel (Amazon.com)."
Although the lovely seaside resort of Filey features in the title, the plot of A Single To Filey unfolds on the coast around Flamborough Head; and the body of murdered local Headteacher, Mark Coulson, is actually found at Monks Bay.
Monks Bay, Forward’s ultimate destination, lay four miles to the north east of Sandleton. On the map the sweep of the East Yorkshire coastline strongly resembles an old man’s face seen in profile. The most prominent feature of this image is the old man’s nose formed by the headland that juts out into the North Sea and comes to a point at Flamborough Head. Over aeons the wind and waves have sculpted numerous bays and inlets out of the three hundred foot cliffs that dominate all sides of this promontory. Monks Bay was an example of such ceaseless erosion. It lay on the northern side of Flamborough Head smack on the bridge of the Old Man of Yorkshire’s nose.
It was shortly after midnight when Forward turned off the B1229 into the narrow, unlit road that was eventually to peter out on the clifftop overlooking Monks Bay.
He had barely straightened up after the turn when a rabbit appeared in his main beam. Forward automatically rammed his feet down hard and the car stopped just inches from the petrified animal.
He waited for the rabbit to move. It didn’t. It had been hypnotised by the headlights. Forward cursed and switched off all the car’s lights thinking that would de-mesmerise the creature. Immediately he was engulfed in that intense darkness familiar to remote country dwellers the world over. It was as though all the light had drained from the world.
But not quite all. Suddenly, behind him, far down on the point of the headland the Flamborough Head lighthouse opened its brilliant eye and gave him the full benefit of its formidable candle power. Then, just as abruptly, the light was gone. The darkness was again palpable. A few seconds later, on came the lighthouse beam again. Forward forgot all about the corpse that was waiting for him at the end of the road. Like the rabbit he was mesmerised by the alternating darkness and light. Then, remembering where he was and the danger he presented to other vehicles, he switched on his lights again. The rabbit had gone.
A Single To Filey http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00YA6SPFC