Rather late in reading this book (no excuses!) but, as a retired news reporter whose "beat" included Winkleigh, I can empathise with all those who found the village, well, different. Even now, despite a population explosion from two or three large housing estates, the village centre still exudes a somewhat mysterious air. I returned to North Devon in 1976 so I missed the drama of the kilings, but in subsequent years always looked to my right whenever I drove from Winklegh to Hatherleigh for my next assigment. A tragic tale, indeed, of a family who had no idea how to cope with what they perceived as their rustic imprisonment and how, at the end, they were terrified of losing it.