Saturday, 18 March 2017

An Adaptation Retro Science Fiction Adventure Tailor Made For You.


Are you a science fiction fan? 



Do you love those retro British and American comics and the glorious pulp sci-fi reads of times gone by? 

Ironic, isn’t it? 

Why do we love the retro science fiction stories of the past about our future?

Were you a fan of H.G. Wells, Jules Verne, or Edgar Rice Burroughs? 

Of course, there are so many more authors, who delightfully tweaked our varied imaginations.

Do you remember the first time a story ever gripped your fancy?

Can you re-live the wow factor again?

Did you ever imagine yourself inside the adventure and veering off at a tangent and going somewhere else inside the story? 

Do you want an adventure tailor-made for you?




As an impressionable young lad, I always found myself pondering such things.

I would walk about in my dream thinking, “If I was in that story, I would do this or that.” I found myself wishing for all sorts of adventures.

When I read H.G. Wells' War of the Worlds, I remember getting a tremendous lift out of the short excerpt when an ironclad called H.M.S. Thunder Child attacked three Martian tripods in the River Blackwater to save a paddle steamer full of refugees. 

It was not more than half a page and the uplifting and brave event was short lived. Yet it achieved great admiration from me as a young and impressionable avid reader. Anyone who has read War of the Worlds or listened to Jeff Wayne's musical adaptation will know. 

In my mind's eye, I wanted to know more about the crew and the bold ironclad. I found myself re-inventing a small section of the story from a whole new perspective. I wondered what it would have been like to be on such a ship that cruised into legend, blazing away at the Martian abominations in defence of mankind.


The Dynamic new cover



A Plan of action began to develop in my mind.

The whole endeavour of this written work was inspired by an evening school writing class and it developed from there. It was a wonderful project that I found most absorbing.


So I decided to Something About it.

It was a labour of love and a project that I thoroughly enjoyed. I would come home of an evening and sit down to add to my re-invented story set in H.G.Wells' Victorian Britain. Of a day I would ponder each step of my story. I had a dramatic ending, but there was to be a journey to that ending with characters showing the reader the way. Everything began to fall in line and each day I became more excited about my creation.


When complete, I knew I had to get professional editing done. This was achieved by requesting for applicants to edit the story. This was done via an agency for freelance editors with relevant qualifications. I offered a price and the interested parties would come back with their price offers and examples of what they could do. As the freelance editors began to bid for the work and sent me samples of what they could do, I was impressed by the skills. I was also shocked by the amount of correction I could see on the pages they sent back.

After about four or five applications, I settled for one person who did a wonderful editorial job for around the price I was asking. £10 per 1,000 words of a novel containing around 54,000 words. When I read the corrected text, I was overjoyed with the way my Sci-fi retro adaptation novel was flowing.

I got a wonderful cover from a professional book cover artist. Also, the word alignment with font size got done professionally. It all made for a dynamic presentation. I sat back and saw sales begin to come in from the USA, UK, Canada, Australia, France, Germany and Japan. I was delighted.


My Pastiche novel about H.G. Wells' fictional battleship H.M.S. Thunder Child (The Last Days of Thunder Child) was based on H.M.S. Devastation. In my imagination, I could see this design for Thunder Child going into battle against three Martian tripods on the River Blackwater in the county of Essex, England, the UK in 1898.

Muzzleloading guns went obsolete around 1889. All Royal Navy ships, including Devastation, were converted to Breech loading. However, I invented a political excuse to keep Thunder Child antiquated and still retaining the short stubby muzzleloading guns inside revolving turrets.

This was to give Thunder Child a feeling of being behind the times, but still plucky when the occasion demanded. The diagram above was found in a library book and then I was fortunate enough to find it online. This gives a great internal view of the working of H.M.S. Devastation and I used this plan for my vision of H.M.S. Thunder Child in The Last Days of Thunder Child by C.A. Powell.

Do you want to escape into a retro British world of dystopian adventure?

Look no further.


Read: THE LAST DAYS OF THUNDER CHILD by C.A. Powell

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Thursday, 16 March 2017

I Wanted a Claymore and to Fight Redcoats After My Visit to the Kiltmakers. (And I'm a Sacanach!)



I thought that trying on my Prince Charlie formal suit would be a good idea and it was time to remove the thread that was holding the pleats together. This allows the kilt to swing better when turning. In the end, I decided to put on the entire suit and walk about to see how it looked.

I wanted to get a claymore and go out and fight Redcoats. That's coming from me; a regular Sasanach in a County Waterford tartan from Ireland. Still, I do love this suit and can't wait to wear it when on my holiday cruise during the formal dinner evenings.

My Visit to the Kiltmakers in Peterborough

By coincidence, it was my birthday on the day that the House of Tartan Kiltmakers (One based in Peterborough) finished making my Prince Charlie formal suit for the cruise functions my wife and I like to attend when we go on holiday.

So many people like to wear the family colours for their formal evenings during the cruises and the outfits look great, in my opinion. I spoke to a few of the people who attended the formal dinner nights aboard ship and I spoke of my desire to acquire such splendid evening wear. I was informed that the vast majority of British people have ancestral lines plus there are a variety of tartans one can wear. 

Therefore, with great aplomb, I went along my family line and saw a number of tartans I could wear. There was Price-Powell, Howell-Powell, Davidson and along the female line from my Mother's side, there was the County Waterford Irish tartan line. I decided to look up the various kiltmakers and to my delight and surprise, there is The House of Tartan Kiltmakers based close to my Fenland home. They are located in the city of Peterborough. I was thrilled that a place was so close.

I found the website of Stan and Pat Wallace Pope at www.houseoftartans.co.uk  The whole experience of our visit to the kiltmakers was wonderful. I met a Scottish lady called Pat Wallace-Pope and her kiltmakers store was like an Aladin's cave of wonderful Scottish Highland things. She was a true professional and has been involved in kiltmaking since she was a young girl of four. No doubt watching her family elders and learning the trade as she grew.

We were shown books of various tartans and Pat Wallace-Pope knew all of the Irish ones too. I got the complete Highland Outfit in the Prince Charlie style. I was measured up with all of the various other things thrown in like Musquash Sporran, Sgian Dubhs, Ghillie Dubhs, Flashes, Buckles and Belts etc.

After a few weeks, over the Christmas period, I got a phone call to say my Formal Highland Outfit with County Waterford kilt was ready. My fitting date was my 56th birthday and I was looking forward to this with some excitement. My wife joked that I would be me leaving the place with my birthday suit. 

Pat Wallace-Pope also gave my wife a complimentary tartan sash of County Waterford tartan to go with her evening dress. We are hoping to be show stoppers on our next cruise. 

If you are into cruising and would like a formal Highland Outfit then I would like to recommend: 






Tuesday, 14 March 2017

Steady, steady, Fire! (Thunder Child to the Rescue)


With pragmatic realization, the plucky little ironclad cruised forward. It’s mission, to engage the alien abominations from Mars. As the crew steered their old craft through the swell towards the diabolical fighting machines, they trained their guns upon the closest. Steady and with patience the guns took aim. Steady and with further patience the crew waited for the captain’s command.

The uncanny atrocities looked down through their repugnant eyes not knowing what to make of the strange craft that steamed towards them.

What is it?

Ker-BOOM!

Too late!

One of the vile monstrosities was ripped apart by the wicked sting of the ship's vengeful guns.

"Chew on that!" shouted one of the crew.





Sunday, 12 March 2017

Some of my many Granddaughters Playing Monopoly.


I have four sons. Every time I thought I might have a girl, the baby was a boy. I'm not complaining because my sons are my world and they are marvellous. They all grew up and they all seem to have had girls. There are loads of them. We did eventually get some grandsons too, but most are girls. They all love to see one another and they all play well together. I have eleven grandchildren and my second wife Carole has seven. Therefore we have eighteen in all.

Christmas and birthdays are a nightmare for me because my memory is useless. Luckily Carole remembers them all and keeps them marked on a calendar. The other day four of my granddaughters were playing monopoly and this photo was sent to me. I love them all very much and will be seeing them all again in April when I go back to Essex. I'll have to ask them who won the game.

Friday, 10 March 2017

Joy of the Fenlands and the low flying Buzzard.


We sat in the bird hides for a long time waiting for a raptor. Sometimes a Marsh Harrier, sometimes a Common Buzzard. Also a Short Eared Owl. There were some in the distance but they were too far for a clear photo shot. Paul, Carole and I chatted away and watched many of the water birds on the flooded fen. Our dog, Dotty was beginning to go dotty sitting in the bird hide. She wanted to get out and run along the bridal path of the dyke. In the end, we gave in to her desires to walk along to the next hide.

It was a good call because a Common Buzzard glided majestically across the clear blue sky at a close level for me to get a few shots. My son, Paul enjoyed the sight and has been speaking of falconry for some time now. 










Thursday, 9 March 2017

The Kestrel over the Fen.



I think it was a female kestrel hunting over the fenland. She was hovering and diving for prey. Probably mice or voles. The day was clear and blue and she was hovering very close. I began to take shots with my camera and selected the best of them here. 

There were other things of interest too, but some of these kestrel photos were very gratifying indeed. We enjoyed a good few hours over the Manea fenland, walking along the dyke to the various bird hides overlooking the flooded plain.





Paul at the Flooded Fen of Manea and a Camera.

Paul in the Flooded Fenland of Manea

Paul was pleasantly surprised by the sight of the flooded fenland at Manea. We walked along the dyke between the two waterways. One river's bank is allowed to burst onto the field and flood each year as it is a natural flood plain. This is a fabulous place to go bird watching and Paul decided to come along and give it a go. 

I had my camera and we were not disappointed. We saw a couple of Common Buzzards and got some splendid shots of a kestrel hunting the fields behind the other river. It made for a grand afternoon out. Carole, my wife, was with us and the infamous dotty dog Dotty. The excitable little dog was tearing up and down the path barking away at gulls. 

Some of the photos were very pleasing indeed.


The Kestrel looked down at us.



The Common Buzzard gave us a look too.


The Butterflies are out early?

Chaffinch makes an appearance.



The Goldfinch was here too


And the Blue Tit was not going to miss out either.