Come dawn he returned alone to look after the children. A silence fell as the island held its breath and this afternoon a lone car wound its way down to the village. The driver coming to see the man and ask a question that the whole island dreaded to hear answered.

The man, arms around his children, looked up at the uniformed man on his porch, a tear escaping to fall on each child's head. Tears that could not hide the derangement that had replaced the dreaminess locked in his eyes.

The question was never asked. The man merely stood and beckoned to the policeman to follow as he began the walk to the beach with no name.

And so once the man was locked up safely in a cell and the children taken by neighbours to their grandparents the policeman began to dig.