My Teeny Tiny Pathetic Dover Blog Post: A Cautionary Tale

We'll cut right to the chase. The moral of the story: Charge your dang camera, otherwise you will have no pictures of the amazing castle you visited.

The other moral of the story: If you can't remember to charge your own camera, make sure to take somebody else with you who has a camera. Andrew will have his pictures up soon enough, I imagine.


Andrew was here all of last week. He had to go home, unfortunately, but we had a great time while he was here. On Sunday, we went to Dover.

We mostly wanted to see the castle and the cliffs, which are visible from the castle. We took the train– Andrew likes trains, as do I– and had a very pleasant day out.

Upon arriving in town, I kind of pounced upon this churchyard- y'know, the kind that's basically illegal in London? The things I've been harping about for so long?

It's a well-decorated, tended-to, and clearly much loved little place with a lot of war dead. Dover was pretty integral to British defenses/offenses in WWI and WWII, and this is reflected all over the place- in the town, in the churchyard, in the castle. The castle was actually used during WWII as a communications and command center. We weren't able to go down and see the wartime tunnels, but we did see the command station. We climbed up on top of it. The view was amazing... but not quite as amazing as the view from the top of the castle's tower, which we also ascended.

Something amusing: On the way up to the castle, Andrew spotted this Dalek watching us.

Exterminate! Exterminate!

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The castle grounds were rather huge. Dover is very hilly, and the place was situated up on one of the highest hills. It took a good hike to get up there. Here's the entrance to the wartime tunnels and what pictures I did get.

Standing in front, the last tour in.

Looking over the port of Dover.

Standing on a hill near the visitor center. That's Andrew down there, reading a sign.

England stretches away in the distance.

A seagull  judges me for wasting my battery.

The ruined Roman lighthouse.

The inside of that lighthouse, where my camera died.

And that's how I went to Dover without taking a single picture of the castle.