It is magic because it flew in having journeyed from Lincolnshire via High Wycombe (my home town) and The Borders (which is one hell of a roundabout route), because it was on a mixed load which included enormous control panels for a gigantic – let’s say – weed factory which is being set up and run by the government.
I Googled and it really does exist, and we know exactly how far it is from The Coven in miles, although not the exact location. Mind you, the new conservatory workmen think we have such a facility of our own, as the first-floor bedroom just above the new roof has a windowsill currently covered in tomato plants which are now nearly 2 foot tall. I saw them looking up and laughing, and I don’t think they believed me when I pointed out that they are tomato and not weed plants. Mind you, it’s a thought…
Our postie has a knack of turning up at interesting points in many of our projects.
Fortunately, he is a man of few words and keeps his own counsel.
I call this image ‘GPO: The Good Old Days’.
Now, if anyone knows where there is a grey 1970s c0in p@yph0ne for sale, please tell.
Declan Walsh
Wow. My old GP used to collect post boxes and he had quite a collection in his garden. We tend to see old telephone kiosks repurposed as library facilities but I have an image of our street from the 1930’s and it shows a white telephone kiosk opposite our house.
Blue Witch
We now have one post box and one telephone box. I think the collection stops there as they are both ten times more expensive than they were 25 years ago when we bought the post box. Although I do fancy a proper round pillar box…. but not the hole that needs to be dug to site it.
A down-the-valley neighbour stopped on his dog walk just as Mr BW got back from his week away, “Oh you have a telephone box now…” he said. I don’t think anything we do is a surprise to the locals now.