I blame Ben Dakin; I can't stop photographing phone boxes. I posted this one (above ) on Twitter the other day and levelled my accusation at him: "It's all your fault," I said. Fair play, he came back ten minutes later: "Sorry! It's a curse - I am hundreds in and my spider senses still tingle when I pass one." (And yes, there was an accompanying photo of a 'fresh find'.)
So, that's it then, am I cursed to wander this land, camera in hand, trawling the highways and byways, the avenues and alleyways, the back streets and the mean streets, in search of moribund metal & glass boxes? Essentially, I've turned into a zombie hunter. I'm going up to Newcastle this weekend. Bet you can't guess what I'll be doing...
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