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.
T hese pictures were meant to go on the site 2 years ago (almost to the day). Then we had that problem with the back-boiler. And the car failed the MOT, and then the cat needed worming, and they just sort of slipped down the back of the sofa - until today that is, when I retrieved them, all covered in cat hairs and with a half-chewed fruit gum stuck to the back.
These antiquities are from the collection of John Penny - member #0307 - yes; that John Penny. The author of a four-book trilogy comprising the two books: "Telegraph Poles I have known and loved" and "Great Poles I have climbed". The latter, featuring the tale of the infamous DP3 in Wine Street, Yeovil. Now sadly a shadow of its former self having had a goodly portion lopped off the top.
John has spent an entire working life swinging around the tops of DPs in his native Dorset. And now spends his days gazing out at the Peugeot estate car on his drive.
A facsimile of the one on the right now adorns our letter box.
My wife has kept an old Cray supercomputer in the back parlour for years. We've always used it to air clothes on and dry boots. And it's a favourite place for the cat to sleep as it hums away performing its 1012 floating point operations per second. Anyway, The Telegraph Pole Appreciation Society membership database has been growing quite steadily and we decided we would use the old Cray to do some statistical analyis of our members. What we found was quite startling. Look at this membership distribution graph :
A modest cluster of TPAS members in Wales and Devon as we might expect. Similarly a slightly higher frequency of memberhip in the south east which also comprises London so not out of the ordinary. But the enormous spike of members per million per capita in Cambridgeshire completely flabbered our ghast. If this were a scientific data-set then this would be more than statistically significant - it might be considered definite proof of something. But what? Luckily our data resolution is such that we can drill-down into the data to analyse on a town by town basis. See Fig 2.
The graph showed a fairly even distribution across all the towns and villages according to their respective population. But then look what happens at Peterborough. What is it about this low-lying fenland town that compels so many of its citizens to appreciate telegraph poles enough to join the only society in the whole world dedicated to appreciating them?
Could it be the far-reaching fenland vistas allows Peterburgers uncluttered perpectives as telegraph poles disappear off in to the distance? Who knows? But maybe we should consider holding the next Telegraph Pole Appreciation Society Annual Conference in Peterborough.
I've been seeing this pole for ages. A rare 11/2 armed pole. Only, the road it was on was too busy to stop. So I waited for a day when the missus was driving and without the ubiquitous tail-gater coming over the Clwyd Gate pass near Ruthin, Denbighshire, North Wales. So grainy quality due to photo taken from moving car.
Worth a visit not least for the view of the Vale of Clwyd from the top. And I hear the restaurant has improved again.
Apologies to the person from whose blog I nicked the Ruthin photo
W hat an amazing week it's been here at Telegraph Pole Towers. Out of the blue I received an email from Simon Carter, the curator of an art gallery, presumably in Salisbury, Wilts. His email contained a lost telegraphic masterpiece by Tamsin Pastelle and in its original JPEG form too. He also sent us the following descriptive text:
This still-life in chalks by Tamsin Pastelle, entitled 'Insulators 1', formed the central panel of a Triptych and is thought to have graced the South Entrance of the B.T. Chapel of Remembrance in Salisbury, Wiltshire.
Believed originally to have spent her formative years in the Southern Heavy Water Region of Britain, she was most active in the Reclamation Period. She discovered her passion for Telegraphics when annotating Satellites through a pin-hole; but for years had to work undetected for fear of her public persona, as resident floral artist (watercolours) at the tiny village of Christmas-in-the-cotswolds, being publicly trashed. Had she not taken refuge 'neath a Rural Transformer on that day of providence...
Extract taken from art notes compiled for the Tamsin Pastelle Memorial Gallery of Street Furniture.
What a find!. And it gets spookier. My late* father always claimed that he had featured in one of Ms Pastelle’s paintings. From his days up a pole as a GPO engineer. We never believed him of course – he made a lot of claims. He was supposed to have been the inspiration for horned cherub #2 in Boticelli’s Mars and Venus. We never saw this telegraph pole study of which he spoke, so we've asked Mr Carter if maybe he could help us locate it.
* my father not dead yet, just rubbish at being on time.