The original plan was to establish a small commercial vineyard in Andalucia in southern Spain but a combination of circumstances dictated that it finished up being fifteen hundred miles away on an island off the North Wales coast. The first few vines had actually been planted on a gardening whim in our field in Anglesey a few years before but they were totally mismanaged and eventually produced a small amount of unremarkable wine. Despite this somewhat insipid achievement the idea for the Andalucian project was spawned (surely it would be easier in a better climate!). Well, the climate in Spain is definitely better suited to producing grapes but the regulations weren't! Undaunted by the disappointments there and now more determined, I learned a bit more about this delightful, infuriating profession and then thought that I could, in fact, probably do it properly in Anglesey. So Red Wharf Bay Vineyard became unexpectedly into existence. You would have to say that it's a bit of an unlikely tale, indeed it became a bit of a saga. Then I thought I wanted to tell people about it because I think there's a story worth telling and I like telling stories, because I have enjoyed it (am enjoying it) and because I think it's a good story (but you must be the judge of that). Here you are then, the tale of how it all unfolded.

Winter 1961. Bruce Cordell has had quite enough trouble in his life. With a reputation badly injured by the collapse of his investigation into a corrupt corporation, he wants to keep his head down. His life has become mundane, reduced to desk work, and complicated only by family responsibilities. That is until his boss gives him a new case. A case which means that he will have to travel to the Caribbean Island of St. Eleanor, a tiny British colony being readied for independence. There the moderate First Minister, Warwick Constantine, favourable to joining the new West Indian Federation, has died suddenly, apparently from an overdose of barbiturates. Cordell is commissioned to investigate the circumstances of his death. But from the outset it is clear that mysterious interests know of his assignment. A strange delivery to his home implies a warning. Onslow-Bell, representing the business consultancy, International Project Assessment (IPA), inveigles Cordell into agreeing to compile a short report on St. Eleanor's prospects in return for an astonishingly generous remuneration. But from the outset Cordell feels his movements are being shadowed. Soon he finds himself caught up in a toxic mix of independence politics: plantation workers find their produce 'blacked' by shipping companies at the behest of the monolithic Allied Fruits; the United States is keeping a wary eye on Castro's revolution across the Caribbean and seeks a Naval anchorage in St. Eleanor; the multinational Alpha Omega is hoping to develop a tourism complex, a proposal backed by the new First Minister, the radical and slick Bob Jamieson. But more disturbing he finds are the oleaginous Jake Oppenheimer from Government House and his own IPA contact, the suave Rufus Halliday, who soon enmesh Cordell in their own intrigues. Cordell is assisted by two new local colleagues, the irrepressible Lucy Wainwright and the blunt speaking Tim Quick. Early enquiries lead Cordell to Quentin Quillham, an expatriate writer who was the last person to see Constantine alive. Quillham throws doubt on the circumstances of the First Minister's death, highlighting his anger at Allied Fruits' behaviour and that his last professional duties had involved reading a confidential report, now unaccountably missing. Quillham's wife, Chantelle, meanwhile runs a successful arts gallery in the capital, St. Jacques, as well as hosting soirees for the island's budding artists and up and coming elite. Investigations are derailed by a mysterious phone call from a female informer warning him that Quillham's life is in danger. This soon becomes an accomplished fact and Cordell despairingly seeks out the original police investigator, Woodbine Parish. Parish's ruminations lead Cordell and Lucy to search for a low life, Julian Maddox who had dealings with both Quillham and also Constantine whom he had approached ostensibly on behalf of desperate plantation workers. The Governor, Sir Godwin Faed, intervenes, educating Cordell in some of the realities of independence and the growing significance and concerns of the Americans. An informer Geneviève Clouin, a young French assistant working with Chantelle Quillham opens up suspicions about Halliday, Jamieson and the activities of Alpha Omega. A harrowing quest for answers begins, one that uncovers a shocking tale of deceit, greed and relentless pursuit. Cordell realises that he has become a pawn in other people's games.

Fearlessly whistleblowing, shining a spotlight on the Police and the embedded rotten culture of dishonesty, wanton misogyny, statistical fabrication and evidence corruption. The author, an ex Manchester police officer has chosen to highlight the Greater Manchester Police, said to have "lost its moral compass" by an ex Detective Superintendent and is "Rotten to its Core" by a leading Kings Council. This book is a contextual hard hitting, factual expose of alleged police leadership, with a continual backdrop of corruption, evidence fabrication, lies and training failures during a lengthy period of 'service' of seven naively selected Chief Constables of Greater Manchester Police. All successively 'defending the indefensible' in their own style but growing to mammoth proportions, and yet still unrecognized by choice at Government levels. The accepted status quo amongst Chief Constables and Senior Officers continued to promote the lies, fabrication of statistics and evidence. All whilst wallowing in the cesspit of corruption, built over many years with a blasé acceptance of being untouchable and if at all investigated internally by similar perpetrators. The National Media whilst dutifully reporting recent popular prosecutions of lowly Constables at the 'pointed end' for a wide variety of hitherto ignored and accepted criminal practices does not recognize the historical basis. The fact that the current higher ranks, proclaiming disgust, were once lowly constables indulging in what was always accepted practices and now hidden from the public gaze with an air of recent 'successes'.... Short and very selective memories, comes to mind.

Ric Hart shares his journey from day one of loss, up to a point he never thought he would get too, a milestone that felt a million miles away, Hugo starting school. This book is a representation that there is always Hope through Deep Grief and Grief, we just have to think differently physically and mentally, and positive change is inevitable. Ric Hart shares his emotions and thoughts amongst some very challenging processes throughout his loss, relying on his deep inner strength, creativity and bravery. Taking steps towards, positive energy, peace and acceptance stepping forward as a single parent and widower.