Photos, Foxes, and lots of Phone Boxes

This year, I shall be mostly posting photos – and the occasional poem – maybe a fox will intrude.  I might even open a ‘discussion’ on phone-boxes.  But to start with, the first of a selection of photos that I took in Glasgow, and made into a calendar for my Dad: pictures to remind him of his school days, many years ago.  His old school is now a Business Centre; his old home (its memory) lies beneath a certain busy road. Misty, water-colour memories? But not in black and white…