Telephone boxes – From Pyrenees to Pennines

When is a Phone Box Not a Phone Box?

The plain truth is that these days, in the UK at least, a phone box rarely has a phone within. They have become so iconic that many remain in situ. They’re often re-purposed as community book exchanges (Grrr. No photo!), or as a community planters – spotted in Bath with Becky herself, and Anabel, aka The Glasgow Gallivanter, who wants her own photo of it.

Also in Bath, transformed into a doodle-fest, courtesy of Sam Cox aka Mr. Doodle.

Here’s one in London that’s become a cash point.

Or, saddest of all, an un-re-purposed box that seems to serve no purpose whatever, except as a recipient of graffiti and unwanted stickers.

For Becky’s #SimplyRed.

Flowers for Two – No Three – Blogging Friends

Rebecca, of Fake Flamenco fame has suggested with typical generosity of spirit that we send virtual flowers or autumn colour to Becky, Queen of Squares and to Cee, Queen of Challenges. Becky, in England, has kept us up to date with the health difficulties currently being experienced by Cee, in America.

I’m sending flowers from a phone box to each of them. These cheery additions to the urban scene can be found in Bath, where I spent yesterday with both Becky and Anabel, The Glasgow Gallivanter. Lucky me! Spending time with fellow bloggers is quite the best fun.

The header photo features the central box, which is the work of Mr. Doodle.