There is a pole in there somewhere – and it’s arguably the busiest telegraph pole on earth. This photo came to me from a friend via their friend in turn via their friend. So I have no idea who to credit for the photo and indeed whether I’m allowed to use it or not. Ho Hum! Anyway, it’s in India somewhere. And apparently heavily dressed poles like this are not uncommon over there.
By the way, for those of you wondering what happened to May’s P.O.T.M. I have this to say: oops!
Place: The B5105, about 3 miles from Ruthin
Time: 09:47am, 19th May 2011
Just on our way back up from town after a shopping trip to stock up on Wham bars, Island Organic biscuits and Welsh tea when we came across these extemporaneous traffic lights.
(A bit) like someone out of an Andy McNab novel, I fair leapt out of our still moving car as the lights turned back to red. I knew what these guys were doing, and I knew what I had to do. They were about to take away the remains of the crashed pole I blogged about 4 posts ago. Time for a rescue mission…
Okay, Andy McNab might have had me machine-gunning Taliban henchmen as I abseiled out of a helicopter before making good an escape with my booty. My reality was almost the same except that I sauntered up and asked the workmen if I could have the bits that were lying splintered on the floor, and they said yes.
But I did have their incredulity to contend with. That someone would want to collect bits of knackered ancient telegraph pole and then go away and do something useful with it meant I must surely need certifying. That’s correct gentlemen, totally barking. And they certainly didn’t believe me when I said I was from The Telegraph Pole Appreciation Society. They do now.
Anyway, cheers Ged and co.
Here’s a photo of what I recovered. And I’ve still got my eyes on the rest of those poles. More about this particular restoration shortly. Meanwhile, I have some Wham bars to wreck my filings on.
W e are only God’s Poor Orphans
But we do our level best.
to keep you all connected and in touch.
In the winter wires are frozen
and we seldom get much rest,
But we don’t complain; well, not very much.
We know we’re in the service of our monarch
King or Queen.
It’s an honour, not a job, so do you see.
That her majesty’s the boss, the best boss ever been.
On that all God’s Poor Orphans will agree.
We will keep the wires singing,
‘Cos you know “It’s good to talk”
Keep the tidings winging.
‘Quicker to ‘phone than to walk’
Greetings merry, news that’s sad,
We’ll convey them good or bad.
And know at last we did our job
We did it for honour not for a few bob.
We’ll end our service with a contented sigh.
And depart for that great Telephone Exchange in the sky.
Poem by Society Honorary Technical Adviser, Keith S****
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.
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.
What’s so special about this pole? you might say. And a photo taken amid leafless trees on a dull grey day. But they don’t have to be spectacular to feature in my pole-of-the-month spot. They just need to catch my eye. For starters, this one, at Pwllglas near Ruthin, is an orphan – there are no longer any telephone wires attached to it.
The business end of it, as well as having 5 cross-arms, some double-sided – has an eclectic mix of ceramic insulators. There are “pot-heads”, “double grooves” and in varying shades and of various antiquity. And then there’s a couple of extra potheads on a mini-arm at the top. Clearly this pole has been busy at one time.
And then look at the bottom. If they were ever to remove this pole (heaven forfend) then it would leave a perplexing gap in the wall.
Da-da! I think that’s how you spell it. Mission accomplished; fait accomplis; job done. The head of my pet telegraph pole has now been restored.
The arms dismantled, sanded, polished and then oiled. The metalwork sanded and rubbed and re-painted and a set of new insulators located. And doesn’t it look splendid. (Ok, please try to ignore that our porch needs a lick of paint)
Pole barn – becomes telegraph pole barn
I pondered for ages where now to keep it. My long-suffering wife even indicated there was an outside chance she mightn’t go completely bonkers if she came home to find it fixed up in the office. But I remember how much the wood stank once it got warm and thought better. Then another da-da! moment – my large 3 bay barn out in the field is a (telegraph) pole barn. The obvious place for it.
More on my barn in a future episode dear reader, and some of the other uses to which I put retired telegraph poles around here.
By the way, Jake of jajainsulators.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/ wrote and told me that the unusual layout of this particular arms wood is to avoid the fouling of trees and other objects within the hedge line.
I’ve almost finished my other “arms wood” project too. That’s just a single arm with four insulators – two brown and two white. Another serendipitous hedgerow find that one. Hedgerow beachcombing is not quite so well known, and even less practised than sandy beachcombing, and whilst you do still find the odd useful item and plenty of old wood, you can end up with a lot of empty lucozade bottles too.
Other restoration projects in hand : my “Welcome to Cerrigydrudion” road sign, and a 20+ ft length of rope. Coming to a telegraph pole website near you – soon. You’ll just have to be patient.