Beneath the serene surface of this quiet little village nestling in the foothills of the Chiltern Hills bubble ancient feuds and frauds, dastardly deeds of murder and manslaughter, scrap stealing and piebald ponies let loose on lonely lanes. 'Tis border country, where the Met ends and the Thames Valley begins, with Surrey force but a mile distant. Bodies have been dumped into the River Colne to find their own graves, to the east in Iver, to the west in London, neither the priority of the investigating force. At a less heinous level, the flytippers come too, bearing their loads of DFS sofas and hydroponic fluid containers for pot cultivation.
Being of Reiver and Welsh Marches stock, this is a liminal space I understand.
Anyway, Tony2 is delightfully full of tall tales, but this one is true. He did marry Maria after her husband was bumped off. The tale of the corpse washed up on the Iver banks of the Colne and the history of Maria's father, Pete the Pole, can wait for another day.
