I have a new website. I couldn’t think of a catchy title so I decided to just use my name. Most people can’t spell my surname but it’s easier to spell than ‘Trevithick’
Nothing has been written here for a while and all I seem to do is post updates periodically, but nevertheless, that doesn’t mean I haven’t been a busy boy. I am currently in the USA (Bloomington, Indiana) having won the Mendel Visiting Fellowship at Indiana University to undertake research in the Lilly Library, where a…
Nothing has been written here for a while and all I seem to do is post updates periodically, but nevertheless, that doesn’t mean I haven’t been a busy boy. I am currently in the USA (Bloomington, Indiana) having won the Mendel Visiting Fellowship at Indiana University to undertake research in the Lilly Library, where a…
This blog still lives on despite my absence, although not in the same form. Last week my custom domain and the paid plan from WordPress expired and I haven’t renewed either (I made sure it wouldn’t all disappear before I turned off auto-renewal). This project is now split between this blog and my website (jag-books.com)…
Despite only being born in Cornwall and having no deeper ancestral connection to the UK’s forgotten fifth nation I did, as I always do, my patriotic duty to Kernow during last Sunday’s final of the 2024 European Championship: I supported whoever England were playing. I was the only one (there is after all, greater zeal…
After interminable delays (most of which were my fault) the book is finally with the printer and the current despatch date they have given me is the 24th May. I bought a bottle of rum to celebrate this on Wednesday but it still feels inauspicious, because I’m a perfectionist and certain parts of the design…
Picking perhaps the most foul day of my month in London to do so, I ventured out and about across the capital following another Trevithick trail. Like any ambitious person, he moved to London to try and make it big, started countless projects that fizzled out and eventually went bankrupt and fell so ill he…
my fascination with the lost years of Trevithick is becoming a Fawcett-esque obsession with something I’m not sure I’ll ever know the true extent of