Gather ye rosebuds and clench ye bumcheeks, for there be rumblings in rural Crimeshire. A hairdresser has arrived in the fictional village of Blossom Vale armed with a blow-dried backstory (worked with fancy types in London but apparently now wants peace, quiet and “a place of me own”) and the keys to the high street’s dilapidated salon. Lily Petal (Sally Phillips) is cock-a-hoop with her purchase. “It’s like a time capsule!” hoots capable new assistant Clary (Charlotte Jordan), boggling at the salon’s abundance of browns and oranges. “It hasn’t been touched since the 1970s,” grins Lily, who, with her corduroy flares, diaphanous headscarves and penchant for the collected works of Hot Chocolate, is something of a time capsule herself.
But hark! A local busybody has been found, squished, next to her stepladder. Accident? Or murder most foul? Lily lunges for a magnifying glass.
