Coming soon – book

So where is it then, this book? Is there a bustle on the bookshelf?

Well; the truth is there are issues. Book issues rather than books being issued.

What is the issue?

The front cover is lacking.

When one peruses the pages of wisdom; the blogs of those that know and pages of those that can and have, two things become evident: you need a title that’s the Dog’s Bollox and a front cover that’s likely to grab the

attention like a Rottweiler on speed sniffing the front of your pants.

Travels in Time lacks a front cover. I wanted to use one of the Dr Who’s Tardis Van Gogh pictures, but its nightmare trying to track down the owners and ask for permission.

Soooooooooooo.....................

If you’re an designer/graphic designer/artist/piss artist and you feel like doing a very small paintin’, drawin’, computer generated image of a Time Traveller’s Bike…… or a Tardis with a bike parked outside…… or a massive feck-off fairytale Hans Christian Anderson of a wedding cake castle in Czech with a bike parked outside; on you go….. and send me the results. Clearly you stand to make a small fortune in royalties. Very small. Infinitely small. Fame and fortune beckon! Not in this century, but who knows what posterity will bring?

New book coming soon to Kindle and Create Space.............

The Wedding Cake Hans Christian Castle in Czech Republic

A bit about the book; a recipe, how the table is laid.

Travels in Time; a lyrical look at the world less travelled; going by at a pace less visited. A pedaling pace; a peace seldom found. A journey both literal and metaphorical. The actual by bike from Wales to Czech Republic and back; the metaphysical through the author’s memory and imagination. Journey through hypnotic peace along canals and down the Great Rivers during a wonderful hot summer to the World Capital of Surreal. Pass by scary storms and camels and three German Anias to blondes gone by and a fairytale wedding in a wedding cake castle. Stories of cars being chased by bike, the Rainbow Warrior’s skipper, how sex, drugs and Rock and Roll just isn’t on the menu in a tiny French village. Enjoy listening to the world’s most opinionated author give out about bicycling as Buddhism, the industrial revolution, the decline and fall of the cinema and everything inbetween.

A bit from the book; a taster, a bite.

Cycling is cyclical; prayer for body and soul. Smoothly spinning pedals and wheels sing out the Songlines. Like some high mountain Himalayan llama spinning prayer wheels or a buck naked aboriginal treading his sacred land. Listen; can you hear them.

The mountains running Holy West to East, from the thundering ocean to the mighty Severn; the Preselis, Carningli to Frenni Fawr, on over the Beacons, Black Mountain to sweet Sugar Loaf. Summer soft streams to cross, Cothi, Dulais, Senni, Honddu, Usk and Wye. I know every wheel rut and way; every copse and hedge; every twist and turn, uphill and down dale. I can tell them off, sing their songs, a bicycling bard; my Bible, my Book of Psalms.

Barreling down a tree tunneled lane, Chris can tell me the last time he passed this way; Patries was still recording the milk yields round the farms, he’ll recall a particular detail, a cow sick, a daughter winning a prize, the season and month. Its sacred and cyclical, it winds us around the spindle of our lives and melds and merges it with the landscape we live in.

Hippy bollocks, I can hear you mutter; but try it, I’ve been at it for forty years and I love it. Cycling is a rite, a series of rituals. It’s a bloody right too, and don’t let any four wheel based bastard tell you any different…….