Deiniol Trevithick Evans took a step back and admired his work. The floor of his accommodation was covered in blueprints, plans and scribbling.

He had know comming to this University to become an engineer would be worth it. He had only been able to afford it with as much financial help as he could find in the entire of Great Britannia, as well as a pert time job on top, but he was sure it would pay off.

He’d worked with steam all his life, learning mainly from his father, an small time engineer on one of the branch lines in South Wales. At 16 he’d managed to get some experiance in one of the larger yards, and through countless numbers of letters and e-communiqué had managed to secure a place.

And now, standing on his desk next to his personal computational engine was all the equipment he needed to produce absinthe. He was well aware this was against the university’s rules, but he was confident he wouldn’t get caught.

knock knock

“Open up Dan. Mandatory room inspection time!”

“Ooooooh, cachwch!”