Tag: telephone boxes

  • Ne’er Cast A Clout……

    CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE. REPEAT IF REQUIRED. Today was rainy enough to warrant another trip back to the Streets of London colour slides from May 2005. Hadrian Mews, N7 is a gated street in Holloway, off Islington’s Roman Way. It probably pays to be security conscious here. Epping Place and Granary Square, N1 are […]

  • Forest Pursuits

    CLICK ON IMAGES TO ENLARGE. THOSE IN GROUPS ACCESS GALLERIES THAT CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE. We spent the morning driving around the forest before lunching at Holmsley Old Station Tea Rooms. The strong early morning sun forced its way through the rising mist, and eventually dominated the blue skies, warming the landscape, and eventually […]

  • Readies; Reads; Resuscitation

    CLICK ON THE INDIVIDUAL IMAGES TO ENLARGE. THE OTHERS ACCESS GALLERIES THAT CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE. Over coffee this morning, we had reason to try to remember the name of a cafe in Milford on Sea. We now have two reference points for such information. Jackie favours the Google walk; my preference is this […]

  • Oak Tree Farm

    Yesterday’s observant readers will have noticed the post was earlier than usual.  This is because I pressed ‘Publish’ rather than ‘Preview’ by mistake.  Once today’s posts have been set in motion there is no turning back.  Some of us, of course still use what is jocularly termed ‘snail mail’, where you write on paper, place […]

  • A Vigil

    I had some difficulty reading the Oxford History on the train to Waterloo today.  After unsuccessfully struggling to shut out a conversation between two men sitting opposite about a business meeting concerning the creation of a website, I decamped to a seat further up the carriage.  This was not entirely successful; first because their voices […]

  • Kersall Telephone Box

    This morning I let my feet do the directing.  They took me into Morden Park and along the wooded paths, having approached them along the cleared route between the backs of Hillcross Avenue gardens and the park itself.  An untended fenced section peters out into pleasant woodland in which I was confronted by a Rottweiler […]

  • Banknotes And Phonecards

    Today was a Mordred (posted 12th. July) day. I took my usual route to SW1 for coffee with Carol.  A flattened frog, having attempted to cross the sodden footpath in Morden Hall Park, hadn’t made it.  As I slalomed around the pools, a cyclist who had crept up behind me deftly avoided me as I […]