The little red post box

A little overcast but not enough to put me off a walk this evening... and, of course, having hummed and hawed about whether to venture out the second my boot touched the pavement the heavens opened. The rain rippled laughter across the ground as though someone, somewhere, had just unleashed a wonderful practical joke.

I soldiered on, for a short time at any rate. My short travel took me through a new estate that I had never explored before and I came upon this little red post box. A little battered but no less defiant, it exuded a determination that you only get from solid, red post boxes that wear the etched metal of Post Office and the crown like medals won in a war.