Rural Connectivity

Once upon a time there was a gravel ford and a willow tree down here in the valley. Then the cart track and the pub appeared. Eventually a bridge was built and tarmac announced that the village was connected to the world outside.

Then, wonder of wonders, a phone box. You could talk to people in distant parts of the Empire for fourpence.

Finally we all have mobile phones, no-one stops here any more. The Pub has closed and this is the state of the phone box.

The river and the willow tree are still here.



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