I drove up a scary mountain dirt track and picnicked in the snow to bring you these, so I hope you appreciate them!

Lockett Meadow, 10,000ft up in the caldera

The aspen leaves looked like shimmering gold foil

Sometimes green was the rarest colour

A film crew were going to take this too, but decided to shoot elsewhere instead and come back before the light went. They didn't make it in time!

Sunbeams over the San Francisco peaks

I’d like to coin a new term: The Hawking Horizon, named after “A Brief History of Time”, which everyone in the observable universe has read but nobody has ever finished. (Wouldn’t it be funny if the last page had explained that it was all a joke?)

The Hawking Horizon is the page number beyond which nobody will ever read, and so we authors are free to spout whatever far-fetched dribble we like without anyone noticing. The HH for my Lucy book is 142 and that for Creation is 195. However, I should point out that Grand’s Theorem states that the HH perceived by readers equals the HH claimed by the author multiplied by 0.67.

For some contemporary science books, this puts the True HH somewhere inside Chapter Two, making them into neutron books, from which information only extends a short distance beyond the original proposal. In rare cases, HH < 1, creating a Singularity.