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.
Taking Aaron, the family aardvark, out for a walk the other evening I became somewhat delicate from a creosotic obnoxious effluvium as I rounded a bend. Up there by Llyn Clywedog Reservoir in the hills. A '16 pole. Yes, planted in 2016, but also preserved in 2016. That's the telegraph poleic equivalent of having a 2016 pound coin (presuming you're reading this shortly after I wrote it) or getting a Kevin Hector in your bubble gum footy cards (back in the day). So. Take the left off the roundabout in Llanidloes (there's only one) and then the road past the dam and follow your nose to this lovely, if bland looking, 10m Light pole. 3I being the wood yard apparently.
As ever, click the images to enlarge.