With a collection of blunt shovels and limited strength I was working on clearing it when I noticed the heaped earth at the back. Two heaps to be exact, each one about a foot wide and six feet long. They were covered in ferns and grass. Beside one I found a cross of crudely nailed boards with ‘Frank’ written in faded marker pen on it. There was no cross on the other. Perhaps it had been lost in the greenery, perhaps it had never had a marker. Either way, I knew it was Shaun’s body under that mound.
