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.
He says :
A contact at Plymouth museum gave me your details following an enquiry I made to him. I have found three cast iron maker posts in Plymouth, similar to the one on your website.
These are however slightly different, in that they carry the letters GR and have a line under the ft in. From the condition of the one shown on your website, it seems that this may have fallen off the one photographed by Brian.
The three in Plymouth are however identical to each other and have a recess under the ft in into which numerals can be fitted.The combination of an arrow underneath the horizontal line reminded me of OS bench marks, which are traditionally carved into the faces of walls etc., but these are not shown on the OS maps I have, dated 1892/4. If you ever discover what they are I would be interested.
Well Ernie, I consider myself a bit of a dab hand at internet researching, but I'm struggling to find much about these posts. The GR in this case standing for George Rex (ages it to between 1910 and 1936) whilst Brian's being from V.R.Victoria Regina (1837 - 1901). I will continue to search, but I'm going to guess aged water mains rather than anything telegraphic.
Meanwhile however, my detective brain did spot the darkening stain at lower left, and which continues on to the pavement and surrounding wall - indicative, perhaps, that a disrespectful dog may well have passed this way shortly before Ernie took his photo.