You’ve got to feel sorry for the humble old public telephone box. When I was a lad, there was usually a friendly old red one within 5 minutes’ walk for people who hadn’t got one at home. Of course, I’m aware that there’s a certain amount of rose-tinted spectacles in that statement: your nearest phone box was probably mildly vandalised, and smelt of wee. Since then, BT treated us to new-fangled phone boxes, with heavily sprung doors and inbuilt ventilation (presumably to dissipate the aforementioned wee smell).
So it was with warm fuzzy nostalgia that I spotted this relic in the village of Low Ackworth, near Pontefract. Judging by the weeds, it has been some time since its last visit. And BT seems to have run out of red paint. Still, its amazing how these old red public telephone boxes have the ability to stir up false memories of a time long passed.