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Unsolved Murder of Mark Yendell, Bristol 1984

29 years ago the body of British Rail steward Mark Yendell was recovered from Bristol docks.

As police frogmen searched the 14ft deep, murky waters of the Welsh Back harbourside on the afternoon of September 12, 1984, hopes were gradually fading that 33-year-old Withywood man Mark Yendell would be found alive. People living on nearby houseboats seemed unable to offer any assistance. The British Rail steward’s 32-year-old wife, Susan, had reported him missing
some time after 9.30 the previous evening.

The South African-born man finished work at Temple Meads at about this time and normally went straight home to see her and their two-year-old daughter Alexandra. That evening he never arrived.

Then a bloodstained Lancia, later identified as belonging to Yendell, was spotted by a security man parked at a strange angle near the docks. As it was causing an obstruction he had left his
office and gone to investigate — only to discover bloodstains around the driver’s window and a briefcase on the back seat. This was understood to contain a substantial amount of money.

Suspiciously the car was unlocked and the keys were in the ignition. A trail of bloodspots, next to a disused quayside shed, ended abruptly at the water’s edge ‘ and DS Don Taylor; who was leading the inquiry told newspaper reporters: "We think some harm may have befallen him. We have not ruled out foul play"

The following day Yendell’s body was discovered without a shirt, by frogmen using touch alone — was recovered from the water An inquest deemed that he had died of strangulation and head injuries, which included a fractured skull.

Police believed that he had been attacked by at least two men at Temple Meads station car park. They had killed him, bundled him into the back of his car, driven it to Welsh Back and then dumped his body in the water.

But who had done this terrible thing?

The 50-strong investigative team admitted to being baffled. The motive, at one time thought to be homosexual was unclear and there were no suspects. DS Taylor said: "Mark Yendell was seen getting off the train at 9.10pm on Monday and going out ofthe station. But he was never seen alive again. "

Their investigations, howeven revealed that the victim had worked as a buffet-car steward on Intercity 125 trains out of Temple Meads station and was sometimes on the busy businessmen’s run to London. He occasionally visited the British Rail social club near the station, sometimes
accompanied by his wife. The then manager; Terry Lewis, told reporters: "He sometimes came in after work. Other times he would be with his wife. She often waited for him here with their baby. He is a quiet sort of chap who didn’t seem to mix with the other stewards. "

PC Lester Ayling , of the British Transport Police, said that he had interviewed Mrs Yendell, who had told him that her husband didn’t suffer from ‘depression and had no money worries. But she also told him that they had split up several times and that at one point she had worked as a barmaid and lived with another man, Edward Witt, at the Smugglers public house in Bournemouth. Mrs Yendell had, apparently only just returned to her husband after they had been separated for about a year.

A neighbour told the Post: "Their marriage was pretty stormy and Mark sometimes came into our house to stay They had separated a couple of times but they were back together " It was revealed that he had been married before, to a Mrs Jennifer Barrett of Taunton.

Then, unexpectedly after the police had interviewed, and then arrested, several Bournemouth people, they decided to hold 43-year-old Witt, then living in Knowle, but who had been the manager of the Rendell’s Hartcliffe local, the Rising Sun, and charge him with conspiracy to murder. He denied the charge and was remanded on bail. Anothen unnamed man, was also arrested.

Then, in December in the same week that Yendell’s funeral finally took place, charges were dropped and Witt, on the advice of the director of public prosecutions, was cleared. The bitter
man, who dismissed the allegations against him as "rubbish" said: "They were looking for a motive and I was the only one available. "

Susan Yendell, who told reporters that she had moved away from Bristol and was in hiding for fear of her life, said: "Eddie and Mark were friends, not enemies. I was stunned when police arrested him, but they have a job to do. Eddie knew that I was going back to Mark. "He helped me move my furniture to Bristol and, at the time I was working for him, I was saving up to buy a house with Mark. For the six weeks that we were together I was very happy I will be bitter for the rest of my life that he has been taken away from me."

It was hoped that a full-scale reconstruction of the murdered man’s final movements would jog someone’s memory especially the six people, two men in a white T-registered Cortina, two
women with a pushchair and

Buchanan's Wharf, Bristol, 2006.

During the 20 or 30 years in which the local authorities have been trying to "regenerate" Bristol’s obsolete port, it has developed into a kind of pedestrian, provincialised version of London’s "docklands". The dockside sheds have become bars, restaurants and chic little shops set among fake quayside impedimenta and brand-new, mass-produced cobbles made from reconstituted stone. The larger buildings have become flats …sorry, apartments …even, if the building is more than a few storeys high, "penthouses". The old Procter & Baker building was duly converted, losing its chimney stack and conveyors. Apparently it is fitted throughout with pseudo-Georgian panelled doors. An "appropriate" new building has been inserted into the bomb site next door, retaining a little of its predecessor’s brickwork.
The yuppie types who moved in liked the idea of a gritty industrial ambience, but didn’t much care for the real thing. The Holms Sand & Gravel wharf had to go. It moved to another wharf off Hotwell (popularly "Hotwells") Road and spent some years there before finally moving to Avonmouth. It was the last "real" shipping to use Bristol’s city docks. With them gone, the way was clear to turn the quays over to leisure craft, with lots of lovely income from berthing fees. Now the yuppies can enjoy spending their fantasy money, earned in non-jobs, by showing themselves on their boats and sitting in the latest restaurant …before returning to the office on Monday to pull off the greatest ever export deal in chocolate-coated potato crisps to the Peruvians. It certainly makes me grateful to live in a post-industrial, service-based economy.