Ah, here you are. I'm glad you dropped by.
Although, you know, I haven't talked about any of this for quite some time.
People look at you and you can tell what they're thinking.
We soon learned to keep quiet, to keep it to ourselves.
By we, I mean Barbara and me.
We both taught at the same school.
When we did tell Barbara, she was a bit surprised.
When we did tell people, some of them really did understand.
Yes, I feel I can tell you.
The doctor.
He was old when I was young.
Somehow I still feel he's up there in his lunatic ship,
writing wrongs, still specialising in trouble.
He dives in and usually finds a way out.
He's showed me so many things, so many.
From the talking stones of Tyron to the witch trials of Salem.
Oh, yes, we often got stuck in the past,
caught up in history as the old boy tried to find our way home.
It amuses me to have this in the house.
I was never really one for souvenirs and acquired it long, long after the event.
But every time I notice it, I'm reminded that if I wanted half the world to think I was mad,
I could call myself Sir Ian Chesterton,
knighted by Richard the Lionheart himself over 700 years ago.
It sounds ridiculous. Fantastic.
Well, it was a fantastic adventure.
One of many, one of many.
Let me tell you about it.