Maybe in two hundred years time intrepid travellers will start to wonder why remote crossroads are often marked with a red (or by that time a very pale pink) cast iron box with the wind whistling through the fretwork of open spaces. Futuristic fingers, which evolution has elongated by digital 'txtng', will perhaps trace the raised letters round the back that reads 'Carron Ironfounders', and wonder what this strange hieroglyph can possibly mean. The original purpose will, as perhaps for the younger generation now, be impossible to fathom, but the embossed crest will still tell of a long-forgotten monarch. Eventually some long-bearded professor will publish his researches which will tell an astonished world that DNA samples taken over a widespread area led him to conclude that they were in fact public conveniences.
I am a designer, writer and photographer who spends all his time looking at England, particularly buildings and the countryside. But I have a leaning towards the slightly odd and neglected, the unsung elements that make England such an interesting place to live in. I am the author and photographer of over 25 books, in particular Unmitigated England (Adelphi 2006), More from Unmitigated England (Adelphi 2007), Cross Country (Wiley 2011), The Cigarette Papers (Frances Lincoln 2012), Preposterous Erections (Frances Lincoln 2012) and English Allsorts (Adelphi 2015)