Portrait of a telephone box in Wyke

Blipping today was pants. Dragged from Garden Center to DIY store by two maniacs with big Home Improvement dreams...

Needless to say that I am scared, very scared... Usually these big dreams start with an enthusiastic demolition phase 1. A phase 2 has never been recorded in my living memory...

So between stores just a little wander around the quaint village of Wyke Regis, where I found this telephone box. After 17 years living in this country, the sight of one of those still fills me with wonder, the same as when I see a squirrel or a fox