Nigel James Wilson was born in Sheffield, the ‘City of Steel’, on 20th May 1966. From a very young age he was working in his father’s bicycle shop, building wheels by hand amongst a myriad of other jobs, six days a week. Later he took an apprenticeship in the shop’s cellar and workshop, building bespoke steel cycle frames with the master frame builder himself, Nigel’s father, Mr. J. F. Wilson. Better still, Nigel was brought home there after his birth in Jessop Hospital to the shop house. And, at the time of writing 57 years later, he is still there, living, working and now writing in a lifestyle unique, in his father’s 104th year anniversary and his shop’s 75th anniversary, which this book happens to mark.
A good number of years after I wrote this story, astronomers reported stars making music.It only goes to prove that so-called ‘fantasy’ is reality catching up with it!But to those with an imagination – or, should I say, an understanding of reality – they are always in tandem.The enclosed sto...