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.
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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.
It would be nice if this were a website about railway architecture, but it isn't. If it was I could wax lyrical about the amazing railway viaduct on the "Heart of Wales" railway line near Cynghordy, Carmarthenshire. This truly is a masterpiece of Victorian railway engineering. Or I could prattle on about the fantastic line itself which meanders through some of Wales' finest scenery on it's four hour journey from Shrewsbury to Swansea. There's another on the line at Knucklas near Knighton.
I was actually there on a dual hill-walk/house hunting mission when I saw this unusual arms-wood-less telegraph pole which I thought I would share with you dear listener.
It's been a while since I updated the site and the postbox is full. I'll deal with the most recent first. Philip wrote from mwosb.co.uk with those questions we all want answers to :
1. Did anyone ever answer the question about the lifespan of a telegraph pole?
2. Is there a legal requirement to replace them after a certain number of years
3. Are they required to be inspected / tested annually (or at another period)?
4. Does anyone know the breakdown of the codes affixed to a pole?
We put these questions to our Honorary Technical Advisor Keith S**** at his secret lair somewhere in the UK. And as always, despite his being Britain's top telegraph pole spook, he went above and beyond the call of duty to answer a needy listener.
The life span of a properly creosoted pole is infinite, if it were kept in ideal conditions it would last forever, however, when 'planted' it is subject to the rigours of the environment. Rot (decay) is the only enemy of the pole apart from impact from heavy objects (like cars). Rot in timber requires three factors, oxygen, moisture and the spores of a fungus. These are, in poles, usually only found at the ground line and it is here a pole will decay.
There is not to my knowledge any statutory requirement to replace poles at a specified time. Poles are,or were in my time, tested on a regular basis by engineers dedicated to this task who would take a sample boring from the pole at a point remote from the ground line, (there was a scurrilous rumour at one time that they just whacked them with a heavy hammer) ie a pointless exercise. Occasionly one would come across a pole with decay at the tip caused by the pooling of water there.
As to the codes on poles, telephone poles that is, (not electricity poles ) typically there would be length in feet (early poles) or in metres after metrication and class of pole. eg:
30L (30ft light)
30M (30ft medium)
8L (8 metre light)
9M (9 metre medium)
Light and Medium (and stout of which there were very few) referred to the diameter of the pole. Heavier poles were needed to carry more wires. Also 'cut in' was the year of processing eg 79 would be 1979. Other marks (Cutting in) on the pole varied at different times.
Not for nothing is Keith our (H.T.A.) (T.P.A.S.)
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.