Mr Peter W. Ford

Twelve years ago, while sitting on the early morning Virgin train to Euston, London from Milton Keynes, I watched my fellow passengers either sleep through the hour-long journey or stare wistfully out of the window. This journey was to be my life for the foreseeable future – I had to do something. And so was born, Tarquin Jenkins and the Book of Dreams, a madcap, rip-roaring romp through history, time, transportation, and the known galaxies.