Yesterday we got back on our road bikes and cycled our often frequented 33 km circular route round by Gairnshiel Lodge and Invergeldie. It's a favourite because it's not too long, but pretty hilly, so it's a good, efficient work out. We stopped at Invergeldie to get a picture of the Book Box there. Our iconic red telephone boxes are in the news at the moment as 600 are on sale across Scotland for £1 each! Since 2008, over 400 phone boxes have been taken over by local communities for various uses. This is an example of one which was set up as a small book exchange library. I wonder what novel ideas will emerge for the remaining 600 boxes for sale?
When we go away in the camping car we stay on a campsite which is bordered by the Nantes-Brest Canal. On the canal path, outside the campsite there is a fridge, now a book emporium. In the town itself, a telephone box has become a book exchange. When we were there in September last year, these fun facilities were scuppered. Whilst l’m doubtful in the short term, l do hope to see them re-installed in the future.
Nice to see these repurposed. I guess everyone has mobile phones these days, so the ones that used to reside in these box (or booths as we call them here) are no longer needed.
This is a wonderful shot, and great use of the telephone box. In February 1971 (I was 10) Decimal month, I had been to the shop for my mother. On the way home for a bit of fun and with some new, bright shiny coins I phoned home. We had just got a landline in the house. I think the call cost a new 2p coin,
@gamelee I love that story. Thank you Lee. We always had a landline because dad was a policeman. However, we were NEVER allowed to use the phone at home. And when mum needed to use it, she had to write down the number she'd dialled and the duration of the call, so that it would be reported to the police office, and the cost deducted from dad's wages. Today is a whole new world!
@jamibann Wonderful response to this shot!
When I was about 8, we moved house with a phone in the hall...cold of course...which ensured that calls were not protracted. When I was about 13, l was friendly with a boy in my year who lived 5 minutes by bike to where my family lived. The ride to school was downhill...fabulous speed, relatively speaking at that age. Although he lived nearby, aka 5 minutes on foot, he used to phone me and we’d talk teenage tripe ad nauseam. Dad used to patrol whilst I continued to be entertained by my ‘paramour’, not saying anything...yet scowling and tapping his watch. Those were the days...
We have a telephone library in our village; it opened in 2016. http://365project.org/gijsje/365/2016-06-19
.Issi, you think a 33 klm route is " not too long." You amaze me......FAV
When I was about 8, we moved house with a phone in the hall...cold of course...which ensured that calls were not protracted. When I was about 13, l was friendly with a boy in my year who lived 5 minutes by bike to where my family lived. The ride to school was downhill...fabulous speed, relatively speaking at that age. Although he lived nearby, aka 5 minutes on foot, he used to phone me and we’d talk teenage tripe ad nauseam. Dad used to patrol whilst I continued to be entertained by my ‘paramour’, not saying anything...yet scowling and tapping his watch. Those were the days...