A new book

I am happy to announce the imminent release of my first non-fiction book. To be published by Lightmorr Press, it is a pictorial record of the railway between Aberystwyth and Carmarthen.

Closed gradually between 1965 and 1973, the line was a rambling rural affair that was conceived as a commercial dream to allow the mills of Manchester a chance to release themselves from the costs incurred from Liverpool’s railways and port.

In terms of railway use, a journey from Aberystwyth south involves a lengthy detour via Shrewsbury. Once there was a route – although direct would be perhaps a flattering description. Like many of Britain’s railways, it evolved haphazardly, depending on funding, topography and land purchase. What for most of the twentieth century was referred to as the Aberystwyth to Carmarthen railway, was created by the endeavour of three companies, that culminated in a network of one line between the two towns, and two quiet branches to Newcastle Emlyn and Aberayron (Aberaeron). Even under the dreaded Beeching axe (abetted by the elements), the line did not go quietly and part of it was used for dairy traffic until 1973.
Geraint Roberts has researched the history of the railway and provides a story of the rise and fall of this quirky line, with the help of newspaper reports, reminiscences from two British Railway firemen and numerous illustrations. The book provides a feel of how things were in a bygone time, explaining the rationale behind the route and the names of the companies that built it; their ambitions, successes and failures. 
Due to be released in July, 304 pages colour & b/w, maps, posters etc. Hardback £40
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By Geraint Roberts

Stuck in a limbo and desperate to do something meaningful, what to do? That is where writing began for me. A creative way of expressing myself and a chance to harness my wondering imagination. I close my eyes and I'm there. Wish I'd picked 'there' as a warm sunny day on a sandy beach, with the waves gently lapping on the shore...but I have to let the story load in my mind, then watch it unfold, wherever it may be. Currently I'm on a windy bridge, or a Devon beach, or a Cornish ti mine, or a submarine, or looking towards a Hebridean port...

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