A Murder Mystery. In Pictures.

You are invited to Heaton Hall, the country seat of Lord Ballingdon, for a weekend of good old fashioned fun.

The house is imposing and painted cheerful yellow.

After dinner, the host informs his guests he prepared a fun murder mystery game. It kicks off the next morning.

And so the next morning, after breakfast–rich, delicious full English–Lord Ballingdon gives his instructions.

You are to find the dead body.

It is no easy task. The grounds are vast and the body could be anywhere.

But that doesn’t discourage you. Let’s start!

Careful it gets steep!

You think the body might have rolled down this hill. But there’s nothing at the bottom.

Ooh look, a bench! Not very comfortable sitting on that stone. You reckon the victim must have sat here at some point, before they were killed.

Careful now!

Were they pushed off the ha-ha? If so, the murderer must have moved the body because it is not here.

You check under the ferns for clues. Nothing here.

Aaah, look, a folly. You bet that’s where the body was hidden.

The folly is locked. You peer through the windows, but the only thing you see is a broken electric heater.

It occurs to you that the body might actually be inside the house. Your host never said it was on the grounds.

Hmmm, your host… This is the first time you’ve been invited to Lord Ballingdon’s party. You’ve heard of him a lot, of course, everyone gushes how entertaining he is, people leave his gatherings with smiles on their faces. And he’s so charming! “He’s the biggest prankster I’ve ever met,” says your cousin, and coming from him, it means something. Your cousin has been playing pranks on people since he was eight.

Prankster. Of course!

You got it. Murder? Here’s the murder:

Lord Ballingdon bursts into booming laughter. You win the game.


Pictures are from Heaton Park in Manchester. The house is indeed called Heaton Hall, but it is not a seat of any lord, as it belongs to the city council. Lord Ballingdon is a fictional character. No murder mystery games take place at Heaton Park, however the place does share initials with the great Belgian detective Hercule Poirot, so make of it what you will.

Sunset In Early Spring

I went to my favourite place, Heaton Park, for the first time this year. The pictures I took there turned out so well, I will probably make multiple posts out of them. Here’s the sunset ones–because you can never go wrong with a sunset.

It does look like spring has come, although I’m far too cautious to trust the weather.

Into The Tunnel

It’s only a short one, nothing dramatic. But, it is still a tunnel.

The above is a smartphone pic taken this month; the below two were taken with my camera in May 2019.

This mini tunnel is in Heaton Park, aka my favourite place that I keep posting photos of. I’m surprised I’ve not posted the tunnel before.

On the other side, there is just more greenery.

It made me wonder if we’re going through the tunnel now, what with us being halfway through 2021. And also, you know, the other thing. But if there’s anything the first six months of this year can be marked by, it’s the vaccinations. I’m just between mine.

Hopefully, there is light at the end of the tunnel.