Dead Man’s Gold started one very wet day as I sat amidst the ruins of the Rhosydd miners’ living quarters, located on the water shed half way between Blaenau Ffestiniog and Croesor. I read a[…]
In West Africa not much works unless it’s paid for up-front and in notes, American dollars are best. Most people have a hand-to-mouth existence, they may only have enough money to buy their next meal,[…]
After a few days I went back to work in the underground, somewhere I was more comfortable and happy. After all, as a VIP I could go up and down the shaft in the explosives[…]
I was diagnosed with cerebral malaria, taken to the mine hospital and had injections of Chloroquine every few hours in my backside. The nurse who administered the dose would comment about how I had a woman’s[…]
After the fiasco of Jason the contracting company for whom I worked decided to interfere more. Bill became distant as he sensed his own position coming under threat. I was packed off to work in[…]
The arrangements for the forthcoming book launch in Overton library are well underway. The posters and the postcards have been distributed and we are looking forward to the event itself.
Many of the other contractors that lived in the accommodation block were middle aged men who had been swept from the technical departments of multinational corporations during the periodic purge of staff. They were doomed[…]