A relatively nicely-kept high street example, though I can’t see a phone inside so it looks like this one is just decorative and/or a potential future holder of a defibrillator/cash machine/mini-library/art installation.
I’ve never had a phone case before but Mum and Dad got me a couple for Christmas. One is a plain clear plastic case that is useful for when I need to take my phone out running. The other is this lovely phone box case, which I’ve been clutching ever since Christmas Day!
Another phone box related Christmas gift to discuss next week.
This phone box stands outside a recently opened museum, and makes a very nice feature outside it. There’s no phone inside, but there is one of those sad little notices saying they’re thinking about removing it. I hope it stays where it is as it does go very nicely with the museum sign!
Interestingly, when the most recent Street View image was taken in June this year, the phone box was white apart from its door! Maybe they were in the process of repainting it and had put a white undercoat on…
The fact that there’s an unidentified drum of something or other inside the box and a ‘keep out’ chain on the door is fairly intriguing.
When I followed the London Marathon route on Google Street View after doing the marathon for the first time in 2019 (and photographing all the phone boxes along the way!), I was surprised to find that I’d missed one. I promised myself that I’d go back and rectify this – as it was the closest phone box to the meridian I’d found yet (although doubtless there are closer ones elsewhere in London) – but for various reasons I did not have the opportunity until I was running past it while doing the London Marathon for a second time. It was at this moment that I realised why I had missed it the first time I’d done the marathon.
They put a muckle great marathon sponsorship banner in front of it, that’s why!
My photographing of this phone box during marathon take two was a bit farcical. In my drained state (mental energy in these situations, as you might imagine, is reserved for spending hours telling yourself you’re capable of running 26.2 miles), I thought maybe the banner material would be transparent enough to take a photo if I got right up close to it… and of course it wasn’t, and then suddenly I had a very concerned/sceptical race volunteer materialise in my face wondering what the hell I was doing. The eventual photo you see above was taken after I extracted myself from having to explain and made it a little further up the road.
Anyway, you can’t see much of it, but it’s there. If I ever manage to get back there on a non-marathon excursion, I will take a proper photo and update this post accordingly.