The Lonely Telephone Box

One of those days when everything seems to get thrown at you and its like swimming through treacle sorting them out. I finished the day with a very long "to-do" list.

I was a bit stuck for a blip. A rainbow over St. George' Square? Not that place again? A bit of a pink cloud?

I decided to go out for a walk at dusk. Bats were flying around but too fast to snap. A woodpecker was pecking and an owl was hooting - somewhere!

The phone box at the top of the little wood looked ever so lonely. It used to be a popular place. Even total strangers would call in for a chat.