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.
We've worked hard on this, so apologies if you find it on every single Telegraph Pole Appreciation Society channel tonight - there's always ITV2!
Anyway, we have long perpetuated the myth that the cross arms on telegraph poles always show the way to London. This was first raised by various members of this fair and esteemed society, but also by John Mills in the 1942 film "The Black Sheep of Whitehall".
Well now we have absolute proof of the truth in this - we caught up for an interview with one of the last ever Telegraph Pole Alignment Officers, out on his patch in Wales. This 10 min short has lots of telegraph poles in it and was made here in ruralest, middest, darkest Wales. Do enjoy. Feedback appreciated.
This letter and accompanying telegraph pole related fascinators was sent on behalf of Mrs Doreen Bracegirdle - an occasional correspondent to these pages and who really is one of "those" aunties - if you get my drift. Anyway, apologies to all of mankind for the delay in publishing - particularly to Auntie Doreen and young Gary m'lad.
TELEGRAPH POLE APPRECIATION SOCIETY NORWICH AND DISTRICT BRANCH SPRING OUTING, 2016.Members of the TPAS Norwich and District branch recently visited the delightful Suffolk resort of Southwold.
Like many a coastal town, it has long been a magnet for senior citizens. But now it has become a noted retirement destination … for telegraph poles.
After decades of loyal service these grand old troupers had found their wire-carrying careers at an end. However, rather than spend their remaining years using their free passes to take up all the seats on the buses or holding up queues in the Co-op by counting out £1.93 entirely in coppers or volunteering to work in a charity shop but failing entirely to get to grips with the till, many have taken on useful new jobs.
In Southwold they are to be found each day at the harbour, marking out parking spaces, helping shore up the harbour wall, offering a mooring or two and even warning of the presence of underwater cables. That said, a few ‘oldies’ are still on active BT duty in Southwold (we saw a nice example up an alleyway near a church) and nearby Walberswick (where a 91-year-old pole outside the chapel proudly bears the original DP label). But it’s nice to know that, when their time comes, they can look forward to a retirement which doesn’t just consist of reading the Daily Mail and tutting.
Gary Snipe, N&D district branch treasurer.
Special thanks to Gareth Spencer, part BT, part hypnotiser for the tip-off for this story. Also a phone call while I was away on my hollies in Ireland from a BBC reporter who wanted this society's anshauung*1 on the whole story.
One of the oldest telegraph poles in the UK has been saved to remain forever*2 to stand alongside the canal at Oilmills Bridge in Ebley near Stroud in Gloucestershire. This is the first time we have heard of poles actually being saved - with BT Openreach promising to continue to look after it as though it were an operational pole despite its being unused for up to thirty years. It is believed that the pole dates from 1895 and formed part of the link between Stonehouse and Stroud. I feel a bus trip coming on here.
Anyway, congratulations to the oft-maligned BT Openreach who get nowt but praise from our particular direction (WNW from there) and now that I have some names they can look forward to many, many emails from me.
I don't normally just lift photos off the internet, but I haven't been able to source one of my own. So, in a weak attempt to assauge any copyright infringement flak that may come our way, I'd just like to say what a fine and informative newspaper the Stroud News & Journal is - I wouldn't eat chips out of anything else. And reporter Saul Cooke-Black's sterling work at Stourbridge FC is sterling indeed. The full story of the above and from which mine is so obviously cribbed can be found <<right here>>.
*1 I've been playing with my thesaurus and can see me irritating a lot of people with my smug erudition as I bandy anshauung around from here on.
*2 Possibly not true: forever means infinity which is technically the limit that a function ƒ is said to approach at x = a when ƒ(x) is larger than any preassigned number for all x sufficiently near a.