Meet Windy & Darling

Windy & Darling

The most arresting amateur sleuths who don’t arrest

When opposites collide, sparring has no bounds. An unlikely pairing, but who are Windy & Darling?

Environmental science graduate Jon Marcus “Windy” Windup is a sweet-toothed dawdling, anxious geek. Renowned for his daft jokes, dark, oft sophomoric sense of humour, and his irritating do-or-die must have the last word caper, Jon’s a devoted mapman, pylon potty, and a lamppost loon.

Single, sensitive, and a sucker for nature and country life, Jon lives in the madness of Treeton town but yearns for a rural home. He’s Aries, is nuts about cats and curry, and can eat double his body weight in cake and chocolate. Part of his untrendy pursuits is the invaluable “drat pack” housed in his back pocket, stuffed with whatsits and thingummies to help him out of, or into, tricky situations.

A warbler of wacky words and fishy facts, Jon’s steadily single, and if you offer him a box of double-chocolate chip cookies, he’ll show you how to fold a whopping big map in less than ten seconds, in a dark room, while blindfolded. A rare talent learned while still in short pants.

Legal eagle turned editor/writer, Wendy “Darling” May thrives on ambition. The feisty single Sagittarian and hat fiend with mismatched eyes has a yen for Japan, her idyllic cottage Sakura and its exquisite Zen garden, and a thirst for history. She’s also a wine connoisseur, can sink countless cups of coffee without bouncing off walls or ceiling, and can cook a thing or two-thousand. Undeterred by her misanthropic image, the confirmed contradiction strives for social and animal justice, engaging as a solid voice for the speechless in the occasional soapbox reasonable rant.

With a ferocious appetite for words and a wizard at wordplay, Wendy often likens folk to punctuation marks and is happy to call herself a full stop. If you’re lucky enough to share a glug from a fine bottle of red, she’ll explain the difference between an ambigram, anagram, aptagram, and acrostic.

How did two unlikely friends, living a beige routine, become amateur sparring sleuths?

The story starts when Jon meets a dead body, a broken baguette, five rolled-up banknotes, and a fistful of silver coins down in the cellar of the Noose & Gibbet, the local pub in historic Honest Tor. Jon’s theatrical nose smells bizarre murder, and when the pub’s head chef vanishes and curiosity rises, he sees himself in a dynamic new role. Caught up in his energy, Wendy agrees something rotten is afoot and needs no persuasion to be in. Driven to crack two baffling mysteries, the oddballs team up as Windy & Darling, the most arresting amateur sleuths who don’t arrest.

Follow their meddlesome fishing missions in panoramic Treetonshire County, where murder has no manners, but you can still take afternoon tea. WinDarl don’t play by the book, but they can solve murders.

Windy
& Darling

The most arresting
amateur sleuths
who don’t arrest

When opposites collide,
sparring has no bounds.
An unlikely pairing,
but who are
Windy & Darling?

Environmental science graduate Jon Marcus “Windy” Windup is a sweet-toothed dawdling, anxious geek. Renowned for his daft jokes, dark, oft sophomoric sense of humour, and his irritating do-or-die must have the last word caper, Jon’s a devoted mapman, pylon potty, and a lamppost loon.

Single, sensitive, and a sucker for nature and country life, Jon lives in the madness of Treeton town but yearns for a rural home. He’s Aries, is nuts about cats and curry, and can eat double his body weight in cake and chocolate. Part of his untrendy pursuits is the invaluable “drat pack” housed in his back pocket, stuffed with whatsits and thingummies to help him out of, or into, tricky situations.

A warbler of wacky words and fishy facts, Jon’s steadily single, and if you offer him a box of double-chocolate chip cookies, he’ll show you how to fold a whopping big map in less than ten seconds, in a dark room, while blindfolded. A rare talent learned while still in short pants.

Legal eagle turned editor/writer, Wendy “Darling” May thrives on ambition. The feisty single Sagittarian and hat fiend with mismatched eyes has a yen for Japan, her idyllic cottage Sakura and its exquisite Zen garden, and a thirst for history. She’s also a wine connoisseur, can sink countless cups of coffee without bouncing off walls or ceiling, and can cook a thing or two-thousand. Undeterred by her misanthropic image, the confirmed contradiction strives for social and animal justice, engaging as a solid voice for the speechless in the occasional soapbox reasonable rant.

With a ferocious appetite for words and a wizard at wordplay, Wendy often likens folk to punctuation marks and is happy to call herself a full stop. If you’re lucky enough to share a glug from a fine bottle of red, she’ll explain the difference between an ambigram, anagram, aptagram, and acrostic.

How did two
unlikely friends,
living a beige routine,
become amateur
sparring sleuths?

The story starts when Jon meets a dead body, a broken baguette, five rolled-up banknotes, and a fistful of silver coins down in the cellar of the Noose & Gibbet, the local pub in historic Honest Tor. Jon’s theatrical nose smells bizarre murder, and when the pub’s head chef vanishes and curiosity rises, he sees himself in a dynamic new role. Caught up in his energy, Wendy agrees something rotten is afoot and needs no persuasion to be in. Driven to crack two baffling mysteries, the oddballs team up as Windy & Darling, the most arresting amateur sleuths who don’t arrest.

Follow their meddlesome fishing missions in panoramic Treetonshire County, where murder has no manners, but you can still take afternoon tea. WinDarl don’t play by the book, but they can solve murders.