Every time (it feels like) I pass these phone boxes, it’s when Geth and I are rushing from the bus to the train. On this occasion, it was absolutely pouring, meaning that Geth was extra-especially grumpy about having to stop for me to take pictures of phone boxes.
I was pretty happy about it, though, because this particular date is an important date in the story of one of the novel series I’m writing, and I always envisaged it as being rainy in Edinburgh on that day. Given how often it rains in Edinburgh, though, I don’t think that notion was particularly prophetic. It feels like there’s a 70% chance of rain at any point, even when it’s been bright blue skies for days. You can never be too careful.