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
Simple telegraph poles Space age telegraph poles telegraph pole hieroglyphics to the downright sexy ones
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.

Everything is Electrified

Everything is electrified #9 Everything is Electrified, Joe Simpson

I am clearly not alone in my appreciation of the aesthetics of telegraph poles in our landscape.

A new exhibition of grand skies, pylons and telegraph poles called Everything is Electrified by visual artist Joe Simpson runs from 20th - 30th January 2012 at Camden Town Unlimited on Camden High Street. The nearest tube is Mornington Crescent, the gallery entrance is just opposite the famous music venue Koko. Admission to the exhibition is free and the gallery will be open everyday 12pm – 8pm.

The pictures are stunning.  And I know that we on this website have a certain leaning towards telegraph poley things, but the pictures with pylons are very dramatic too.  Click on the links above and have a look.  Better still, get down (or up) to Camden and see them in the flesh.

 

We've Moved

The Telegraph Pole Appreciation Society has moved

T he Telegraph Pole Appreciation Society has upped a considerable number of sticks and moved Headquarters, camp-followers and office cat to darkest, ruralest middest-Wales.  And we chose a really clever time to do this - Christmas and New Year.  So extreme apologies if you've written to us recently and are awaiting a reply, or your membership certificate seems to have got stuck in the post.

We are though now making in-roads to our administrative backlog and hope to be running on 3 cylinders again soon. 

NO THANKS WHATSOEVER TO B.T.

Despite plenty of notice, a couple dozen phone calls and many hours of listening to the BT "on-hold" musak, the earliest they can connect us to the interweb is February.  According to them, there is a DACS on the line! Well bloody well take it off then I say.  Apparently, a ladder is required.  And an engineer to climb said ladder, and also 3 minutes to disconnect the damn thing.

You'd think with all of our telegraph pole virtue extolling what we do, BT would be banging on my door asking what they could do to help us*1

We've been very inventive here though and with the aid of my wife's hairdryer, the pull-string-voicebox from inside a Barbie doll, and a binatone alarm clock radio we've rigged up a sort of "heath-robinson" modem - enough to enable me to upload this nonsense at a rip-roaring 47 bps (0.00000047 Mb/s). 

Up yours BT!

 

*1 If you're a BT Openreach engineer and Llanfair Caereinion is on your patch, there's a cup of tea and some of my wife's lemon drizzle in it for you if you can fix us up.

 

 

Whatever next?

N ever, not ever, would I have expected a telegraph pole to make the front page of any newspaper.

I'd just popped into the garage at Four Crosses to stock up on Wham Bars, Maltesers and pink pop, when this headline shouted out at me from the cash desk.

The exploding telegraph pole of Telford, as reported in the Shropshire Star

On an otherwise quiet news day in Shropshire Star land, this at least justifes my disclaimer (top left) This story relates to an 11KV electricity distribution pole, but it's a tall wooden thing, with wires coming out of it, so it must be a telegraph pole, right?

 

UK's most remote telegraph poles

Telegraph poles on Foula, west of Shetland

 

These have to be the most remote telegraph poles in the UK.

They are on the Isle of Foula which is way out into the Atlantic some 20 miles to the west of the Shetland Islands. Foula is arguably the UK's most remote permanently inhabited island.

The poles used to support a 'VHF 'Rhombic' aerial that provided the telephone link from the exchange (the little building) to the mainland before being replaced by the microwave link. 

The photo was sent in my Ian Jolly*, who tells us that he left home in North Wales on a Monday morning and travelled continuously (including throughout the night) finally arriving there on Wednesday evening. A journey of some 700 miles including nearly 300 miles by sea.

He tells us:

This is a single pole that is more remote as it is on the western side of the mountain in the background. It is the last pole on a route that took a single telephone line across the island to a lookout post from a submarine cable that came from the mainland of Shetland during WW1.

The public telephone service didn't appear on Foula until the late 1930's when a single line to the Post Office arrived. The telephone exchange arrived in the early 1970's and its recovery for my collection was the reason for my visit. It was still clicking away in service after BT had had their 'Last Electro-Mechanical Exchange' ceremony but they didn't know it was still in use. they were still dialling two digit numbers to reach each other and had untimed local calls! 

You can hear a little about it by dialling 01595 70 8222 where you'll hear the sound track from the video I took as it was being changed over to digital working.

*Ian Jolly is one of a collective of enthusiasts who restore and maintain, in working order, a replica of the mechanical GPO telephone network. More of which in coming posts.

 

Vive la Différence

W ho says climbing telegraph poles should be the exclusive preserve of us menfolk? Not me. Scares me half to death the thought of going up a ladder. But Peter Freeman (#0444) sent us 2 photos ex West Mids area, Mrs Susan Wale, pole climbing engineer Welsh Highland Railway Telecoms Department, Porthmadog.

Mrs Susan Wale, telecoms engineer, Welsh Highland Railway Mrs Susan Wale, telecoms engineer, Welsh Highland Railway

Mobile Phone technology Welsh Highland Railway style

While we're on about the Welsh Highland Railway at Porthmadog - someone needs to tell them that mobile phone technology has moved on considerably in recent times.

All photos courtesy of Peter Freeman... who often passes through my part of the world on his way to maintain the insulators on the WHR. He tells me he's ex-British Telecom, Birmingham and takes great pride in spotting telegraphical errors in films. Such as the one in  "The Railway Children" in which he noted dropwire number 10 used on the telephone poles. Also block terminals 86 in "Heartbeat". Dear me!

He also lays claim to having been thrown off the trackbed of the Lynton and Barnstaple railway by the stables landowner in Parracomb - whilst trying to beg (read steal) an insulator off a remaining pole.

It all sounds like a cry for help to me.

 

2012 Calendar

The Telegraph Pole Appreciation Society 2012 calendar

 

 

W hat a beautiful item to adorn your office/kitchen/bedroom/toilet wall.  Yes, the wonderful Telegraph Pole Appreciation Society 2012 calendar is here.  And completely unlike other appreciation societies or calendar vendors we could name - ours is available for the very reasonable price of zero.  Yes, you can download ours completely for free.  Some self-assembly might be required.

Download it.  Print it out (the header sheet, page 1, onto card) and staple top to bottom.  Then tear your house apart looking for a hammer and a nail or some other means of appending the thing to your wall.  It's so easy, even our cat could do it (if she ever got from in front of the fire).

My guess is that within 15 minutes of this calendar appearing online, society sage, Honorary Technical Advisor Keith S**** (HTA TPAS) will be standing back and admiring one on his living room wall - pride of place among his numerous awards for sage advice dispensation.

Get 'em while they're hot.