These much ignored pieces of rural and urban furniture finally have a website of their own.
This is not the site to visit for technical information pertaining to telegraph poles. You'll find nothing about 10KVa transformers, digital telephone networking or even so much as a single volt.
This is a website celebrating the glorious everyday mundanitude of these simple silent sentinels the world over.
|from the simple...||through the interesting...||to the hieroglyphics||and the alluring|
|click the thumbnails above to view the gallerys.||more poles...|
We don't care what the wires contain either. They all carry electricity in some way be it the sparky stuff which boils your kettle, or the thinner stuff with your voice in it when you're on the phone.
Society member #0620, John Cranston, was gifted membership of our elite group for Christmas last year. This, he found, was a life-changing present. Now, John is a regular correspondent to these pages and has as recently as 10 months ago sent me these pictures and the accompanying text. It is late on a Wednesday night and I feel I may be quicker to the pub if I just post John's words here almost verbatim. Besides, I couldn't explain what this is all about any better than he.
Dear Telegrafenmastdirektor (as they might say in Germany but probably don't *1),
This appears to be an old label from a distribution pole. I've only seen one other like this, on a pole dating from 1909. Later poles seemed to have metal numbers hammered into them so, what do you reckon, pre-WW1?
Then what's it doing on a wall up St Clement's alley in the middle of Norwich with no pole in sight - especially as it's on a building dating from 1938?
Well, it's next to a piece of metal ducting which clearly once carried a telephone cable (there's a BT inspection chamber near its base).
And, hey, old photos show a distribution pole once stood nearby. This picture shows it in 1933.. to the right of the streetlamp.. poking up above the rooftops.
I like to think that when it was removed - possibly in the late 30s - the engineers simply nicked the label off the pole and bashed it into the wall to mark the replacement distribution point.
It's amazing how being given a membership to the TPAS for Christmas suddenly makes you so much more observant.
And just to let you know my TPAS mug is breaking in nicely. A few more hundred cups of Lidl Knightsbridge Red (the FINEST builders' tea on the market) and it'll have just the patina I want.
Feel free to ignore this email in its entirety. *2
Hash 0620 (I don't know where to find the hash key).
Brilliant sleuthing J. C. #0620. Keep up the good work.
*1 They do actually.
*2 We managed for a full 10 months.