And to the castles

Entering the railway station I was pounced upon by a collector for a charity. "Do you have time . . . ?"

"No!" I waved him away. 

This is most unlike me but I know if these people start talking to me they will convince me of the importance of their charity and how much good a monthly donation from me would do and it will just be impossible to get away without signing something. And I resent this pressure.

Every charity is worthwhile and deserves our money but we all have our own particular favourites that we give to regularly or occasionally, and I understand each one has to put its case but please no. And don't phone me either. I'll come to you if I want to donate. Or increase my donation. Those phone calls really annoy me.

So I was quite impressed that I dealt so firmly with the collector. I hurried off and took my photo of the castle - and then looked for a way out by which I could avoid him, before keeping my head down and scurrying out lest one of the others pounced. (There was a whole team of them.)

And the castle I so much wanted to see? Doctor Who and the Tardis.

Before I show you a few more let me show you this tile set in the pavement. Only about the size of my hand.

The number 2 suggests there should be a number 1 or 3 but much as I looked - and staring at the ground while walking on a busy pavement isn't a good idea, especially in High Street where you get some unusual characters - I didn't find them. It's a mystery I might pursue, if I remember.

Going on a hunt for castles when you're not hot on map-reading is a challenge and after being on my feet all morning in Zac's then walking for two hours my little legs were aching, and there are only so many times I could double-back on myself so I accepted I wouldn't get them all and came home.

I won't bore you with them all, just some of my favourites.

My Shed is My Castle

Dragon King - dragons featured a lot

Towering Octopus

I think my favourite is still one I saw very early on at Blackpill, Think Happy Forts.