So, where is the Thursday Murder Club set? It’s set in your head, my friend. It’s a glorious, fictional mashup of Kent, Surrey, Hampshire, and every charming British village you’ve ever seen on a postcard. Richard Osman has created a space that feels real enough to visit, but vague enough that you can’t book a bus tour there. Thank goodness—imagine the copyright lawsuits if someone actually found the body of Tony the Bursar in the pond.
If you’re desperate for a pilgrimage, head to Barton-on-Sea for the seaside vibes, or drive through Kent and squint at every bungalow. But remember: the real magic is that the setting is a warm, slightly chaotic, and lovably imaginary place. It’s a world where the biggest crime isn’t the murder—it’s running out of digestive biscuits during a council meeting. And honestly, isn’t that the kind of place we all want to live?
