Welcome to Colwall. You'll never leave.

Ordinarily I would have posted this in the Prof's Wyrde World but thought it was better here. On my way to work on the train, I pass through the sleepy village of Colwall. Picturesque, with it's 16th century cottages, the majestic Malvern Hills, British Camp and bottled mineral water. But look closer and what do we see. Is that a bloody hand print on the station sign? Who's blood is that and, more importantly, where's the body? That's what I want to know. Hardly a good invitation to get off the train and see the rest of the village. "Come to Colwall and get stabbed" it should say on the tourist notice board!!