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.
There's only thing WORSE than being talked about.... and that's NOT being talked about.
One's vanity forces one to Google one's self - approximately every 20 minutes. The above chatter discovered on Football discussion forum, Red-Passion.
Best 'non-pornographic' website - what an accolade!
I can't believe I've come to this. Scrabbling down roadside embankments to retrieve bits of smashed telegraph pole following a tip-off from another website. This obsession all started last year when a lazy BT engineer lobbed an old one into my hedge, which I subsequently restored. Since then I've been rescuing bits and pieces from all over the country. Including the odd ceramic insulator sent to me in the post. I have a cunning plan for those but cannot reveal anything at all just yet. All of which has caused my poor dear wife to come down with a severe bout of tutting-eye-roll syndrome.
Anyway, this is one of those lovely antique four-arms that still stand (stood) along the B5105 between Ruthin and Cerrigydrudion in Denbighshire. And which fortunately, quite recently, I photographed the lot. it's unlikely that the offending vehicle is still in a singular number of pieces following such a smash, but there was no sign of it by the time I got there.
Anyway, with my missus "keeping nicks" I attempted a swift recovery. However the ceramics were so badly corroded to their stalks that i couldn't remove them. But 2 of the arms were shattered and separate from the rest, so for now I retrieved these. I managed to recover 3 x single grooves and 2 x double grooved white ceramics to add to my burgeoning collection. Alas the wood was beyond economical repair and has been added to the logpile.
I was later to be found sat in our yard scrubbing them back to some fantasised about former-glory. I know that our Honorary Technical Advisor, Keith S**** H.T.A.T.P.A.S. will be pleased because he just wrote and said so.
Is it a pole? or is it a pylon?
These massive structures support the weight of all the electricity generated by Cefn Croes Windfarm as it crosses the lower slopes of Pumlumon (eng: Plynlimon) in mid Wales.
On this particular day (9th April) they had absolutely nothing to do as there wasn't a single breath of wind. Not even atop the mountain itself at 2,467ft (752m).
Rarely have I been so high and experienced so little wind. So, in an attempt to alleviate their intense boredom, these biploar poles, near Eisteddfa Gurig farm, took to fishing for clouds. And I was amazed to see this one catch a gorgeous little cumulus humilis as we passed underneath. It hung onto it for a short while, only to let it go back into the wild again whereafter the cloud shortly evaporated.
I first encountered these cards in a shop in Llandeilo,Carmarthenshire, wherein I promptly brought the lot.
They are the creation of Jacky Al-Samarraie of www.theartrooms.co.uk who clearly understands the aesthetics of the rural telegraph pole. My vested interest notwithstanding, these bold cards seem to capture, exquisitely, the essence of our British countryside. Jacky tells me that of all the cards she has designed, those with telegraph poles are her favourites. Why wouldn't they be? For more cards and even more with telegraph poles on them visit The Art Rooms website.