Roger Ley

   The collapsed, rusting pipework of the oil terminal looked like the brown entrails of some long dead robotic monster, and the source of the signal was at its very centre. He steered the airship closer and could see a figure lying supine beside some collapsed ductwork. It raised an arm and waved; Telford waved back. He manoeuvred the airship over the spot and dropped a grapple into the metallic jumble below. He stopped the engine and vented a gush of steam from the boiler. Holding onto his top hat, he leaned over the gondola’s gunwale and called down.  ‘Telford Stephenson, at your service, can I be of assistance?’  ‘Of course, you can be of assistance, ya numptie. I’ve broken my bloody ankle,’ the figure called back.  Golly, thought Telford, it’s a woman, and a Glaswegian by the sound of her. I wonder what she’s doing here? An extract from 'Harry Lampeter and the War with Scotland' Amazon code ASIN ‏ : ‎ B095KN13N2 https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B...

  ‘Hello, Harry,’ said Emma, looking up as he walked through the door and into the saloon bar of the Bear and Penguin. Emma was standing behind the bar, washing glasses. She had a tea towel over her shoulder. ‘I got your message. Would you like a drink?’ Without waiting for an answer, she dried her hands and took down a pint glass from the shelf above her.  ‘Thanks, Em, it’s good to see you. Yes, a pint please.’ He sat on a bar stool, dropped his ditty bag on the floor, and sniffed the air. There was nothing quite like the smell of an English pub: yeast, coal smoke, tobacco, and a slight chemical tang from the still in the backyard. An extract from 'Harry Lampeter and the War with Scotland' ASIN ‏ : ‎ B095KN13N2 https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B095KN13N2 https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B095KN13N2