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Blurb · 50 words
Kate Bellamy cycles home before dawn through the Parkland Walk, a dead railway cutting under north London with no lights and no signal. One morning there is a man standing on the ruined platform at Crouch End, waiting for a train at a station where nothing has stopped since 1954.
Blurb · 100 words
Twelve hours on the wards at the Whittington, then the ride home: down into the Parkland Walk, the old railway cutting sunk beneath north London, unlit end to end, no signal between the bridges. It is the best part of Kate Bellamy’s day — until the morning there is a man on the platform at Crouch End, standing at the platform edge in a long dark coat, facing away down the empty line. She is the only one who sees him, and the only one who thinks there is something wrong with the cutting. Her friends have begun to watch her rather carefully.
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As published · approx. 250 words
Kate Bellamy rides home before dawn. Twelve hours on the wards at the Whittington, then down into the Parkland Walk — the old railway cutting sunk beneath north London, unlit end to end, no signal between the bridges. It is the best part of her day.
Until the morning there is a man on the platform at Crouch End.
He stands at the platform edge in a long dark coat, close enough to touch, facing away down the empty line. He does not turn. He does not speak. He is waiting for a train, at a station where nothing has stopped since 1954.
A rough sleeper, she tells herself. The cold. The nights. She isn’t sleeping.
She is the only one who sees him, and the only one who thinks there is something wrong with the cutting. The police need more than one sighting before it’s an offence. Her friends have begun to watch her rather carefully.
And her neighbour — kind, tireless, a man who knows every brick of the old line — won’t hear of her riding it alone. He walks her as far as the bridge.
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JPEG · 1000×1490 — download Nothing Stops at Crouch End Now
JPEG · 1000×1500 — download Mind the Dark: Twelve London Thrillers
JPEG · 600×600 — download Author portrait
Author portrait. An illustration, not a photograph — please do not credit a photographer.
Crouch End trailer · 43 seconds Mind the Dark trailer · 25 secondsAuthor bio
Short · one line
Thomas Ludlow creates London thrillers — one novel set under Crouch End, and a collection of twelve short thrillers set across the rest of the city.
Long · approx. 110 words
Thomas Ludlow creates thrillers set in a darker London. He walks the city at hours when most of it is asleep — the towpaths, the cuttings, the estates with one lit window — and the books come out of what is left standing when the traffic stops. His first book, Mind the Dark: Twelve London Thrillers, ranges from Whitechapel to Wimbledon to the Isle of Dogs. His first novel,Nothing Stops at Crouch End Now, stays in one place: the Parkland Walk under Crouch End. He lives in north London and answers his own email.
Three factual notes
The Parkland Walk is a footpath along the disused railway between Finsbury Park and Highgate, in the London Borough of Haringey. It passes directly beneath Crouch End.
The line closed to passengers on 3 July 1954. The platforms at the former Crouch End station are still standing, in the trees beside the path.
The stone figure in the arch on the cover, and in the trailer, is the Spriggan — a sculpture by Marilyn Collins, installed in 1993 and still in the wall beside the path.