Nothing more to be said really. Good job it wasn’t a power line ! Many thanks to Robert Park for this Irish brilliance.
This post has rather jumped our highly regulated in-house publication queue due to its intense ambrosial delectability.
These photos were sent in to us by Telegraph Pole top-tabler, member #666 Dave Bennett who was on his way to deliver some artwork to the National Truss at Avebury when he spotted this at Great Wishford, Wiltshire. No I’ve never heard of it either.
“Evidently this pole has been neglected for decades – long enough for a good covering of ivy to grow – maybe due to cruel funding cuts. The essential pole info had been covered so the ivy has been chopped off ( much in the manner of the good old ‘basin-cut’ haircuts I suffered in the ’50’s – more cruel cuts!) but funds didn’t extend to trimming the rest of the pole thus leaving it in this caterpillar-like state. They’ll need a tree surgeon to climb this one.”
Thanks Dave, that is a corker.
Now I also know this for a fact – Dave’s girlfriend Sally’s mate Trudy gave her husband a copy of Telegraph Pole Appreciation for Beginners (Key Stages 1-4) for Christmas and he said it was “the best Christmas present ever”. Just saying…
John Brunsden (#0469H) has an advantage over we mere mortal telegraph pole appreciators insomuch as he is a professional ascender and mender of said grounded perpendicular appendages. And we’re always extremely grateful for his updates from the field. Accepting that he gets first pick of the most somethingest of all telegraph poles and is finely tuned to looking at them anyway, there is still plenty of scope for the rest of us to pick up the gauntlet he has hereby thrown down to us. Namely, his entries to most leaning pole, and also thinnest pole (at just 3″ diameter). Anyway, here’s what he had to say.
Had to go and look at a leaning pole in a garden this afternoon (photo enclosed) and thought this could be the start of “the pole with the most degrees of lean” competition?
Anyway, on the way there, I passed these lovely 3 in a row, 1942, tiny 18ft “extra” light poles, which they say were probably put up by land girls back in the day! Sadly all were “D” poles, so I guess not long for this world…
I duly submit pole 1 of these as my entry to “the thinnest pole” competition !
And a happy November first, then Christmas, to you too John 😉
Not to be outleaned, Mike Donnithorne (#0597) sent us this picture of her indoors – not only sprouting leaves but as a delightful foreground to some sort* of leaning pole. This, from the mists of time, somewhere near Banbury he thinks.
* Looks like the sail off a boat to me. Click to enlarge.
Mover and shaker in US power poles and long time friend to this society, Carter Wall, has written with this every day tale of country folk.
Well, I have moved to the country since we last spoke, happily living on a dirt road with no mobile service, no cable television – we are very remote. But we DO have phone and electric service, which means we have poles, of course. We also have our Beloved Town Eccentrics, who have Charming Rural Customs. One of my neighbors, who is well known in the area for his courageous resistance to government oppression, which includes refusing to make use of the town dump or pay for his utilities, has thriftily re-purposed the pole outside his house – see picture – and yes, the phone works.)
But could it just be that you’ve discovered the rural residence of New York’s most effectual, most tip-top, Top Cat?
Since the demise of his 1938 LPTB Trolley Bus poles*1, Nude bee-keeper Geoff Hood has switched his considerable affections to telegraph poles. He tells us that he found this 1950 GPO extra-high pole with two crossbars feeding into some houses in deepest London N3. “Just thought it worthy of appreciating” he says. I agree Geoff. And since these pictures arrived into the not-inconsiderable mail system here at TPAS towers, I have endeavoured to appreciate them at every opportunity. I managed an hour before the Archers came on the wireless this evening, then I did another 10 mins after my bath. And I’ll try and get another few minutes appreciating in before I go to bed. I’ve asked my wife to have a go too when she gets a minute. But she said she’s still busy appreciating one of them that John Brunsden sent in February. Blimey, it’s all go here !
*1 See here.
Our most acutely reminiscient readers may remember our article Pointing the Way Toward London. Where we espoused and then propagated the notion that the crossarms on a telegraph pole will always align towards London.
Well, Phil from Occamhome over there in Aol wrote in with further proof if it were needed.
Re ” Pointing the Way Toward London”….
Further proof (if required) is given when John Mills & Will Hay are being chased in a car in the film “The Black Sheep of Whitehall” 1942. John Mills notices the cross arms are on the London side so it must be true…..
And so now, indeed, it IS true.
Society member #0620, John Cranston, was gifted membership of our elite group for Christmas last year. This, he found, was a life-changing present. Now, John is a regular correspondent to these pages and has as recently as 10 months ago sent me these pictures and the accompanying text. It is late on a Wednesday night and I feel I may be quicker to the pub if I just post John’s words here almost verbatim. Besides, I couldn’t explain what this is all about any better than he.
Dear Telegrafenmastdirektor (as they might say in Germany but probably don’t *1),
This appears to be an old label from a distribution pole. I’ve only seen one other like this, on a pole dating from 1909. Later poles seemed to have metal numbers hammered into them so, what do you reckon, pre-WW1?
Then what’s it doing on a wall up St Clement’s alley in the middle of Norwich with no pole in sight – especially as it’s on a building dating from 1938?
Well, it’s next to a piece of metal ducting which clearly once carried a telephone cable (there’s a BT inspection chamber near its base).
And, hey, old photos show a distribution pole once stood nearby. This picture shows it in 1933.. to the right of the streetlamp.. poking up above the rooftops.
I like to think that when it was removed – possibly in the late 30s – the engineers simply nicked the label off the pole and bashed it into the wall to mark the replacement distribution point.
It’s amazing how being given a membership to the TPAS for Christmas suddenly makes you so much more observant.
And just to let you know my TPAS mug is breaking in nicely. A few more hundred cups of Lidl Knightsbridge Red (the FINEST builders’ tea on the market) and it’ll have just the patina I want.
Feel free to ignore this email in its entirety. *2
Hash 0620 (I don’t know where to find the hash key).
Brilliant sleuthing J. C. #0620. Keep up the good work.
*1 They do actually.
*2 We managed for a full 10 months.
Our telegraph pole surveillance network runs wide and deep. Disturbing images just in from our agent in the field, codename “Ectoplasm” show power companies experimenting with laminated, square poles.
We hope you’ll excuse the relative low resolution of these photographs. Agent Ectoplasm used a camera concealed within his butty* box to sneak this latest intelligence back to Telegraph Pole Appreciating HQ. Ecto (as he’s known to his pals) needs to find a better place for his camera, because surely they’re going to get suspicious with him waving his butty box around like that to get these pictures.
We’ll be passing these photos higher up our chain of telegraphular command to see what our boffins make of it. Should we be worried? A quirky anomaly in pole land or the start of something more sinister?
Good work Ectoplasm, we’ll carve your name with pride.
*lunch/snappin’/sandwich depending on where you’re from
My son, who seeks out these things, sent me this picture. It neatly encapsulates two out of my three favourite things in the whole wide world. Yes, telegraph poles and beer. About the third item I shall remain discreet, this being a family website and all.
This bespoke pump handle was created by a beer obsessed husband and wife team called Cabin Fever Craft from Michigan. Despite the bland Budweisers, Coors, Miller Lite bilge that gets passed off as beer in the UK, America does in fact produce some fantastic ales – real artisan stuff – so hoppy you could ride a bike on it. It’s only right that they should have pump handles to boot.