Walking along Scarborough's waterfront, thinking of the time travel story I'm working on (A World of Cardboard Houses - one draft down, several more to go), and Doctor Who's tardis lands in front of me. Well, it is a little in disguise, but I wasn't fooled. I looked in the window and saw the dude in there fiddling with his controls. Well, I hope it was the Doctor...
I suspect the town went on high alert the moment I stepped off the train, although I'm pleased to say that mostly it was a beautiful, brilliant, me-turning-lobster-pink day. I say mostly because the train crawled part-way home due to signal failure or something (I think it was the tardis taking off) and I did feel a need to step up to the driver's cabin and announce to the other passengers, "I apologise for any inconvenience, if I wasn't on board, you'd probably get home much quicker."
Here are some pretty pictures of my day out (note: me not on them).
Luna Park: I thought it kind of the people of Scarborough to
name an amusement park after a character
in my short WIP, 'Breath Echoes Deep'.
A hint of Scarborough Castle from far-far-below.
The reason I don't write traditional fantasy is because
I haven't the walking boots to climb up there
and climb the parapets.
King Richard III is reputed to have stayed here.
I believe he had smelly feet so we didn't
The pirates came to shore to welcome me.
Thank 'ye pirates, but can I have
my rum back.