WHEN Aidensfield’s finest, Constable Nick, consents to beat the parish bounds he envisages a quaint and harmless old custom.

But not this time! Before you can say Heartbeat, he has a whole new crime wave to tackle.

There’s the mystery of a moorland Marie Celeste farmhouse – the back door is open, the furnishings are all there, but there’s not a body about.

There is a body about, however, when a man buries his wife’s body in the garden, then a corpse is found on the moors and there’s even a case of “nappy rage” to be settled.

If yesteryear wasn’t like this, then it should have been.