He wakes, cold and wet in the pouring rain; his only shelter the trees that surround him. Naked and without his memory, remembering nothing since 1974 when he was eight years old. A fateful day, his last recollection was being run over by a car on his way to school. Finding shelter in an unoccupied bungalow, he warms himself. Quickly, falling asleep from fatigue. Without warning, he wakes, joined by a woman, just like him, cold, wet, naked and frightened, without a memory of who she is. Her last recollection was being abducted as a child in 1962.

Neither know where they are or why they are here. What follows is a chase across continents and through time curtsey of time corridors. An attempt is made on their lives by the same people who 24 hours earlier had called themselves friends. Not knowing where to turn or who to trust, especially when they are informed that clones from the 29th century are sent with orders to kill. them It takes all their will power to retain their sanity while searching for answers.

Writing never came easy to me, even at school but somewhere inside me I always thought I had a story to tell. Before word processors and spell checks the bringing up of a family and out working to support them took precedence over such things as writing and as such setting my story down on paper was the least of my priorities.
Things changed in 2007 when I suffered a heart attack which effectively ended my working life. My first computer back in 1988 was an old Amstrad word processor that allowed me to take work home from the office without the need of a ream of paper and white correction fluid. All I needed was a small three inch disc that fitted quite nicely into my pocket. It made letter writing so much easier and renewed my interest in writing although at that time I didn't pursue it.
I have had a large and varied working life to give me inspiration. I was a seaman for three years in my teenage years; I worked as a bus conductor on leaving the sea to raise a family before training as a plasterer and working in the building industry. A telecommunications factory offered better pay and conditions so I moved into the production of telephone exchanges for six years until securing a job in BT for seventeen years until made redundant in 1992. Ultimately I worked as a private hire taxi driver until illness forced me to stop.
I am twice married with 3 children of my own (all grown up and flown the coup now) and 3 step children (also flown away). My present wife Gillian is a rock to me and who without her support and encouragement these books may never have been finished for publication. So if you don't like them blame her not me.
The heart attack changed my life. I had to find something to occupy my mind and soon decided the best thing I could do was write. I readily admit I am not and probably never will be the most gifted writer in the world but as an exercise in keeping the old grey matter in working order it cannot be surpassed.

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