When Andrew Tredinnick reported his wife missing at just after one o’clock on a dismal February morning, he didn’t expect to be stood where he was only hours later. It started as just a normal night out with the girls. Andrew kissed Shona goodbye in the low glow of his makeshift studio. He listened as the scrunching of rubber on gravel receded into the night. As the hours passed, the realisation that Shona wasn’t coming home began to consume every rational thought. Standing atop Hell’s Mouth – an unmissable highlight on the Tour de Popular Cornish Suicide Sites – the North...