2,332,800 Seconds to Selling Mars

Hello,

Welcome to this weeks blog, as the title suggests there are 2,332,800 seconds until the Selling Mars book launch, or at least that was the case when I began. At the launch (on 27th April)  you will be able to hear the sonic forces that are Crimson Clocks and Birthrite in addition to which the books Mars on The Rise and Selling Mars will be available for purchase. So that's good music and fine literature both readily available, as indeed are tickets which can be purchased here. 

Prior to the aforementioned spectacular we will be appearing, like a crimson wraith, at the Day of The Dog on 13th April in Matlock Bath. There will be a great line up of bands performing, and tickets can be obtained here. 

So that's two opportunities to experience a live Crimson Clocks performance during April, come along and help to spread the red (in a good way).

Thanks for reading, until next time farewell.

The Continuing Adventures....

24 March 1813

Dearest Husband,

As you know my plans were to stay in Derby for a few days to allow for repairs to the carriage to be completed. I regret to say, I am still at the hotel in Derby and am growing increasingly impatient to be on my way.

On the second night here there was a most unfortunate incident and, as a result, the local constabulary have asked all of the hotel guests to remain in the City until further notice. As you would expect I am not under any suspicion of wrong doing, but may have unwittingly witnessed something of importance although I can't see how that is possible. 

I was in the restaurant taking supper along with several other guests at the time of the incident, from the floor above the sound of a violin being played could be heard. Suddenly a female scream rang out, the violin music came to an abrupt halt and then came the sound of something hitting the floor rather heavily. Various gentlemen from nearby tables jumped to their feet and hurried from the restaurant and up the stairs, obviously seeking to provide assistance, and I followed with the same intention.

When we reached the room from which the noise had issued it was locked from within, a member of the hotel staff was nearby, they quickly unlocked the door and we rushed in. What I saw will remain in my memory for some time, lying on the floor was a very pale looking lady with what appeared to be a bite mark on her neck. She was quite clearly dead. Next to her on the floor was a violin, scarlet in colour, it lay in stark contrast to the pale skin of the unfortunate lady next to it. 

Naturally the Police were quick to arrive at the scene and the Inspector interviewed everyone in the building. He has confided in me that he is somewhat baffled, it seems that the unfortunate lady had been exsanguinated, but how that had happened in the moments between her scream and our entry into the room is beyond explanation. The Inspector has his task made more difficult in that the entire incident took place in a locked room - there are no suspects.

I hope to leave for Matlock Bath very soon and put this unpleasant business behind me, perhaps you were right and I should have travelled by airship after all.

I remain, as ever, your loving wife

E C-S

Further Correspondence of Lady Cog-Sprocket

17 March  1813

Dearest Husband,

My quest to witness a Crimson Clocks performance continues. As you know, I had arranged for a carriage to Matlock Bath, thus far my journey from Birmingham has been somewhat slower than I had originally anticipated.

 The carriage left Birmingham as planned, and we had expected to reach Derby for an overnight stay well before nightfall. However, as we travelled along a lane on the outskirts of Tutbury the coach gave a terrible jolt and we were brought to a rather sudden stop. We had encountered a rather deep hole, no doubt caused by the recent bad weather, and as a result one of the wheels now had several cracked spokes. Fortunately the driver and his assistant had the materials and tools to repair the damage, although darkness had fallen and it had begun to pour with rain before they had completed the task. 

Just after sunset, as the repair was nearing completion, we heard a multitude of raised voices coming down the lane towards us. A rather large group of people passed us by, some with knives in their hands while others carried fire-lit brands, they were clearly angry about something and yelled to us to "Look out!" so we made certain to keep out of their way as they passed. I can assure you that they meant us no harm, their anger was quite clearly directed elsewhere. I watched the light from their torches recede as they made their way toward the castle at the top of the hill. I feel sure that whoever their anger was directed towards was certainly going to get it, I would not have wanted to be in that persons shoes.

Once the repair was completed we set off once again, and arrived in Derby without further incident. The carriage is to undergo a full repair before we can recommence our journey and so I am to spend a few days in Derby - more delay and you are well aware of my impatience, but you may rest assured that I am safe and well. 

I remain, as ever, your loving wife

E C-S

  

   

Correspondence of Lady Ethel Cog-Sprocket

10 March  1813

Dearest Husband,

As you know I boarded the train late on Thursday night in London to arrive in Birmingham early the next morning; we should have arrived at 6:46 but the train was, as ever, running late. 

Despite my best efforts I am thus far unable to locate the tower, one's efforts are not helped by having no detailed information, as you know my search is based entirely on rumour and hearsay. To add to my confusion the local accent is somewhat difficult to comprehend, which is no assistance at all when seeking directions. I stopped a fellow in the street to ask if he knew the location of Crimson Clock Tower, only for him to reply "Oh it's them y're after is it, good luck ter yer wi' that!" and so saying he walked away with a sly grin on his face, to add insult to injury he turned to look at  me as he rounded a corner and started to laugh!.

I have had a small amount of luck though, one of the serving girls at the hotel asked me if I had visited the city before, I replied that I had not and that I was seeking the elusive Crimson Clocks, having heard tales of their exploits in London I had arrived in Birmingham hoping to see them, if not hear them. It appears that the girl had actually seen them perform in Birmingham some months ago. When asked what kind of music they performed I received the usual infuriating response to which I am rapidly becoming accustomed "Well....it's not really, erm...it's sort of, erm...I'm not really sure". She did allow that she had enjoyed their performance immensely though. The girl also informed me that she had heard (yes I know - another rumour, more hearsay) that they had left Birmingham and were due to be in Matlock Bath on 13th April. 

 I have of course booked a carriage to take me to Matlock Bath, I have never before travelled into deepest darkest Derbyshire and must admit that the thought of the journey fills me with excitement and not a small amount of dread. However, I am determined to succeed in my quest to witness a Crimson Clocks performance.

I have a few days to wait until the carriage departs, and will continue my efforts to locate the tower, I may even succeed before departing for Derbyshire. 

I remain, as ever, your loving wife

E C-S.

March Onwards....

Hello,

Welcome to this weeks edition of our blog.

From external appearances you could be forgiven for thinking that March will be a quiet month for Crimson Clocks. While we may not be making any public appearances this month, we will be busy and quite possibly noisy, albeit in private.

We will be sequestered in Crimson Clock Tower busily preparing for both The Day of The Dog on 13th April and The Selling Mars Book Launch on 27th April. Tickets for The Day of The Dog are available here while those for The Selling Mars Book Launch can be purchased here. The only viable excuses for not attending such fine events are that either you are suffering from a slight bout of Black Death, or have already died from it, and since it is most definitely not a Victorian illness it simply will not do! By which we mean to say come along to either or both events and you can be certain of having an extremely pleasant time.

Of course the main reason we are not travelling anywhere this month is that unfortunately Trevor does not travel well, and after a certain someones driving on the trip to New Maldon it may take a month to get his travel basket clean.  Just to clarify, that would be Trevor's travel basket and not the drivers. We lurched around one particular corner on the way back and Trevor was lucky not to be covered in hot coffee. The travel basket, alas, was not so fortunate.

Sad to say, we have reached the end of this weeks blog entry, as ever if you have any comments or would like to get in touch please do either via our Facebook page  or by email at crimsonclocks@crimsonclocks.com

Thanks for reading and until next time, farewell.