The online store and the pre-order link will go live this week. I should’ve done it earlier but fear masquerading as procrastination had got the better of me.
I cannot hear a word this man is saying; he is selling fruit on the street corner from a cart impossibly large for him to shift and I am trying to buy a papaya bigger than my head, but amidst the roar of traffic behind him, the incessant blaring of horns that Lima drivers use…
Pre-order ‘Long Road to Nowhere: The Lost Years of Richard Trevithick (Part One)’ now, HERE. This blog isn’t dead, I am just trying to work out what to write to keep you all engaged. I have been very busy putting together the first book, due for release on Saturday 27th April, so that means almost…
Back near Copiapó, at the southern edge of the Atacama, a man named Juan Godoy would suffer a similar fate. He lacked the inventive prowess and general brilliance of Trevithick but made an important discovery nonetheless

Pre-order ‘Long Road to Nowhere: The Lost Years of Richard Trevithick (Part One)’ now, HERE. Just a few hours north-east of Bogota is where the very myth lies – the ultimate and most intriguing idea that South America is full to the brim with immense treasures. The hills and the deserts are rightfully rich in…
I arrived at the appropriately named El Dorado international airport; all I’d been given was stern warnings about Colombia’s capital city. Don’t go outside after dark; don’t go into this and that neighbourhood; don’t go altogether – change your flight.

Pre-order ‘Long Road to Nowhere: The Lost Years of Richard Trevithick (Part One)’ now, HERE. War brought Trevithick back down the hill to Lima by 1820. The same chill that killed off Francisco Uville in August 1818 did the trick for me. Barely a week was more than enough to send me down the hill…

I stood and stared out to sea from a mirador. Somewhere out there submerged in the Pacific Ocean was the San Martin. Towards the end of July 1821, so was Trevithick, with his ludicrous homemade diving bell

After lunch I strolled past at least 10 riot shields all resting on the outer fence of a faceless but clearly strategic building. The urge to steal one was tantamount; I could easily outrun these distracted policemen. The only problem was the flip-flops.
Pre-order ‘Long Road to Nowhere: The Lost Years of Richard Trevithick (Part One)’ now, HERE. Firstly I must apologise for the delays; I am extremely far behind with blog posts but I have much to share with you from the last few months in Peru (and Colombia briefly). The world’s worst historian (me) and his…