When is a man’s home really his castle?

When we’re up against it and it feels that everyone is conspiring against us, the sight of your house is a reassuring one and wouldn’t it be nice if you really could pull up the drawbridge and forget all your troubles if only for a few blissful hours.

But at what point do you feel the need to actually turn your house into a castle.

I took the snapshot below from the side of a dual carriageway on my commute. The house is one of those bland 70’s chalet style properties… nothing remarkable so far except there’s a transformation taking place… this house really is being turned into a castle. Not sure if he’s going to build a moat… in fact I’d hazard a guess he’s more at home laying a driveway than moating… is moating a word? Sounds like a night time activity… dogging in a ditch maybe.

Castle

An Englishman’s home… really

So why has this chap decided to pull up the drawbridge?

I could have asked him in person, as shortly after taking my first pic he came out of his castle and was crossing the road looking as though he wanted to have a chat with me… maybe he wanted to offer me the chance to purchase a few sprigs of lucky heather – I was thinking I might need some. Looking at his expression however, I’d hazard a guess that he was preparing to offer me some renovation work… and I wouldn’t be getting a quote for the work he had in mind.

Got to dash…