Category Archives: Volume One

I waited until I was quite sure that the ground had stopped moving before opening my eyes again. When I did there was nothing to see but a thick cloud of choking dust all around me. My legs seemed to … Continue reading →

Dawn was just sneaking over the lower slopes of the Blue Ridge Mountain as we stood the next morning outside a large white tent on the edge of the miners’ camp. “Nobody gets on the mountain without the Grishams say … Continue reading →

We stood in a row on the veranda of the Saloon Bar and gazed at the towering mountain that loomed in front of us. Under the lowering sun it appeared rather more grey than blue and it was difficult to … Continue reading →

The truck bounced along the dusty road with Michael and I perched on the back surrounded by crates of fruit and vegetables. It had seemed only right to grant Colonel Pendlebury the one available seat beside the driver. It was … Continue reading →

Colonel Pendlebury darted through the narrow streets and alleys with Michael and I trailing in his wake. For a man of mature years he showed a surprising turn of speed. His sense of direction, unfortunately, appeared rather less sure. Our … Continue reading →

EPISODE SEVEN: THE GOLDFISH FILES PART FIVE           I lay still where I had landed, somewhat bruised and thoroughly winded, whilst my eyes adjusted from the brilliant spotlight of centre stage to the murky gloom that now surrounded me. After … Continue reading →

EPISODE SEVEN: THE GOLDFISH FILES PART FOUR           My sense of triumph at smuggling Gerald the goldfish out of Sirkeci Station was not to last long. Having picked up a battered yellow cab outside, we soon found ourselves entering the … Continue reading →

EPISODE SEVEN: THE GOLDFISH FILES PART THREE           We opted to stay in the restaurant car until we reached Constantinople. There was little in our cramped, stuffy third class compartment to tempt us back there and you never knew who … Continue reading →

EPISODE SEVEN: THE GOLDFISH FILES PART TWO             Despite the fact that it had clearly been designed with little thought given to considerations of luxury or even comfort, our third-class carriage for the journey to Constantinople was more than … Continue reading →