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.
Lauren off the internet sent us this photo which we immediately fast-tracked to be our Pole of the Month. Lauren neglected to provide a surname, but with an email address like "exonerd..." we can gain some insight into what makes her tick and that she is likely at home perusing these sage pages. Anyway, Lauren says:
I recently discovered this fine example of an old style TP in County Durham. It was all alone on the side of the A167, next to a cemetery.
Could anyone tell me approx. which year or decade these old style TP's were replaced with the less interesting modern ones?
Many thanks to you for this delightful pole Lauren. And I think it's fair to say that there is no specific decade when these poles were replaced with modern ones- just that as and when the pole itself eventually failed it would be replaced.
Poles like this are so rare that it should be a Listed Monument or at least have a Pole Preservation Order put on it. I feel a letter coming on.
Two amazing facts for you here tonight.
1. This post is in response to an email that is just about to celebrate its first birthday in my inbox.
2. A disproporionate number of people called John are into*1 telegraph poles.
Member #0512 and a long-time friend and correspondent to these pages and an ascendent of telegraph poles in the Oxford region sent us these photos. He says
A couple of pics of a pole I had to recover from the old Austin Morris works in Cowley Oxford. Now it's not hard to imagine the voice of Lord Nuffield himself travelling along these now defunct wires! what do you think?
I think you are right, John. And who knows what tone of Lord Nuffield's voice these wires may have carried. Altruistic endeavours, likely - or if my swift internet search*2 is anything to go by - something altogether less suited to these pages. Moving swiftly on...
To fact #2. 29 members of this prestigious society have the name John. I'm not really sure how many members we actually have as I was a bit random at dishing out numbers at the start but I've always been consecutive and we're now up to #0743 which was issued yesterday. So, for argument's sake, let's say 700. That's 4% of TPAS members are called John. Yet when I come to look at a graph of the number of people called John in the general public I find I can't understand it, at all, and so this whole point I was going to make - and it was really going to be a big point, sort of peters out in the hope that you won't read this far anyway. Amazing what you find out on the internet. Here's John's lovely photos.
In case you didn't see this on Mark Kermode's film review or on any of our other media outlets - oh yes, we're a thoroughly modern, outward facing telegraph pole appreciation society are we. And we haven't finished yet...
When John Brunsden, #0469H, comes on here he is on something of a busman's holiday. For John spends his working day at altitude - approximately 10 metres above the ground to be approximate. With a proper footed ladder, guy ropes, hard hat, high viz, crampons and butty box it's a wonder he has the strength to get up there. Anyway whilst atop the ladder he does get time to ponder the wonders of the universe, the meaning of life and what is on the other side of that pole:
...bit bored waiting for the dropwire to be passed up to me, to attach to the pole, so took this pic of the view through a brand new pole hole into Cornwall from just over the border in West Stowford, Devon.