A74 Project

posted in: Country poles, History, Vintage

Just occasionally something will land in my inbox that will make me sit up and gasp. What you see below is a small selection from Alistair Bell’s A74 Project that he has recently published on Flickr (the photo sharing app). The A74 is the old Glasgow to Carlisle road that traverses the southern uplands. But for a short suburban section in Glasgow (Gorbals to Uddingston) it has entirely been upgraded to A74(M) or M74 (whatever the difference is). Alistair tells us:

“My childhood was spent travelling from Blackpool to Aviemore for skiing in winter and Lochinver and the Isle of Mull in the summer. I was always curious to see how the original A74 would have looked because of the many abandoned sections I could see along the 1960’s dual carriageway. I was too young to witness those upgrades, but I distinctly remember the A9 being upgraded in the late 1970’s. Many sections still had the original GPO trunk poles, with all the white and brown pots but only a single, thick cable running directly under the bottom cross-arms. The main thing I remember about the Isle of Mull were the GPO poles with all the dozens of wires attached and presumably still active.”

“This Flickr project is set in late 1958 (the summer was rubbish that year), it captures the route just before the dual carriageway upgrades began which means lots of telegraph poles of varying styles. I’m trying to be as accurate as possible with pole type and location, using historic public records, country surveyors, newspaper archives and online WCML photographs. There’s also a 1958 documentary called The Fish Runhttps://youtu.be/R-S2k11_E8A

The photos, as the discerning may already have guessed, are AI generated. But if you know how AI works you’ll also know that is a fair chunk of work. And this is certainly a use for the tech that I approve of. You can see the rest of A74 Project here: https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjCUors Look it up and be amazed. Much to tick the aficionados boxes here.

Hiding in plain sight

Not strictly true, but this little single-armed beauty was within 500yds of my dad’s house. We still call it dad’s house, but it isn’t really any more since he, ahem, moved upstairs –

was rather than is
and did but never does
a fully paid up member
of the past participle club

As must we all be one day. I have surely walked past this pole before as it is on a popular footpath alongside what is known locally as “The Inland Sea” which itself is accessed via an underpass from the Cob at the edge of Y Fali (Valley Village) on Ynys Môn (aka Anglesey). Until the early 2000s, Y Fali was actually called Dyffryn – which means Valley but was changed (against my will if I’m honest) to be Y Fali to sort of rhyme with what the locals and the RAF bods – who make an eternal racket all bloody day long – call the place. Clear as custard.

I was on a bird-watching loop of the area when I happened upon this. My regret is that I didn’t go back and take a photo of the dobies to see what age it was. The neurodivergent in me was also particularly attracted to the 12 neat wraps of barbed wire which could almost be an aerial winding for some giant’s crystal set which would only ever pick up Radio Athlone from 55 years ago.

A tall pole along a well walked footpath between two hedges.  The pole has various telephone wires emanating from it and a single arm about four foot from the top with 4 white screw top insulators.   The pole also has several winds of barbed wire at around the 8ft level.

The Lost Pole

posted in: fabled poles, Vintage

We are saddened to report that The Fabled lost pole of Bala Leisure Centre is no more. It is an ex pole, it has gone to meet it’s maker, bereft of life it rests in peace… (you know the rest) I was tipped off by somebody on Gweplyfr*1 that some contractors had been and removed it quite recently. Probably under cover of darkness.

I confirmed this for myself last week with a drive by. The photo below shows what you can expect to see there now. (not the blue sky obviously) If only those contractors ever read these pages they’d realise the enormity of what they were doing and might have countermanded the order from their gang-master. They should have done: “I was only following orders” is never a defence when the day of reckoning comes.

Forgive them Lord (Spoon) for they know not what they do.

Luckily those who bought our 2025 calendar still have a smashing reminder of its fabled magnificence on the July page. And for those that didn’t, we still have posters and postcards of this incredible ex-relic and, of course, it adorns the cover of our wonderful book about telegraph poles. All of which available after this hard-sell via our shop page, Where you might also notice that we’re selling some hats on behalf of our neighbours from the Welsh Space Agency who haven’t got a shop.

*1 aka facebook if you’re not in Wales.

A length of roadside hedge with a tree just visible at the left end with blue sky behind it. No telegraph pole
Art deco travel poster urging a visit to the fabled lost pole of bala leisure centre
A five armed telegraph pole with insulators and with spiky twigs of ivy and undergrowth sprouting from it along a verdant hedgeline with tree at leftmost end and blue sky behind.

Pole Graveyard and…

The last of the calendars

What is it about telegraph poles and Scotland? Many of the finest extant poles can be found north of the border. And some of our most ardent telegraph pole appreciators are also from up there. Recent member William Brown sent in the photo below of a pole graveyard at Keith railway station yard. The picture, I must add, was taken by fellow new member, Mike Cooper. Official secrets and all that precludes me from telling you their membership numbers. But they are adjacent.

Apart from Keith being the name of my dad, it is a town that sounds like it should be in Aberdeenshire but is actually in Moray and is the geographical location where the A95 meets the A96. It’s also got a football team, a St. Rufus church and a Tooty’s Takeaway. And this pole graveyard of course. I’ve google street-viewed myself hoarse but haven’t been able to spot them. Seeing these expired five armers in rigor mortis I find deeply disturbing. I shouldn’t be looking at this picture so close to bedtime. And I’ve just had cheese.

Every cloud, as they say. Now that I’ve given the location away I can imagine busloads of insulator collectors turning up at some station somewhere asking to be taken to Keith and the conductor saying “He’s not working today.”

While I’m on, just 20 calendars left now. I’m supposed to be moving house so they have to go. Pic below of June by way of temptation.

A pile of dead telegraph poles. They are mostly poles with five arms and insulators.
A mockup of the June 2026 calendar page showing a pole between two mountains behind a large metal road bridge at Ballachulish.

Pole of many arms

John Goddard wrote to ask “What is the best way to date a pole? There are no plates or etched marks on this one. It ran along side the old north midland railway station at Darfield South Yorkshire. The photo of the old now long gone station below shows two of the post, now fallen asleep per the remaining pics. The station was built in 1840 and the tunnel behind was scalped in to a cutting in 1899 so the post must date somewhere in that range but would really like to know a more exact date if its possible”.

I could have replied with 17th March 1864 and few would have been able to disprove me. Last quarter of the 19th century is about as far as I would dare hazard. Anyway, a vintage pole like this is a serious find. And I wouldn’t mind betting that with some grubbing around in that undergrowth may produce some fine vintage insulators too.

Answers on a postcard as to whether, in the second photo below, you can just see either (a) the tip of John’s finger or (b) the tip of John’s nose.

A vintage 9 armed pole at Darfield, S. Yorkshire. Tree foliage behind

Resting in Peace

Quite recently I went to the fair county of Gwynedd in North Wales. Actually, I’d taken my missus to Portmeirion for a birthday treat, but by uncanny coincidence right across the road from the place is the telegraph pole be-jeweled Ffestiniog Railway. I know I’ve posted photos from there before. But the whole Porthmadog to Ffestiniog section alone has an amazing collection of fully wired up poles for it’s whole 13½ miles length. Then there is the Porthmadog to Caernarfon bit which is even longer, though I couldn’t tell you about it’s pole situation because it was my wife’s birthday and me just nipping off with a camera all the time when I’m supposed to be feting her is asking for an ear-bending at best and body-part excision at worst.

I took a whole lot of photos with my phone and with my swanky black-bodied camera, that has lots of buttons and menus and things. Most of those you see below were from the most amazing last resting place called Mwynwent Minffordd (Minffordd Cemetery). I can just see myself getting planted there when the time comes – when that Dorian Grey painting I keep in the attic finally stops working.

Anyway. These were all intended for the TPAS 2026 calendar, but as you can see it was a very grey day and I decided they weren’t quite up to scratch. There is at least one more shed full of photos but those were shot in RAW mode and haven’t quite worked out which photoshop buttons to press to get the best out of them. Those may yet make it to a grey November 2026 page.

Telegraph Pole Appreciation Day

21st September is the day to celebrate the glorious everyday mundanitude of these simple silent sentinels the world over.  So why not get out there and really appreciate something tall, wooden, sticky-uppy with wires all coming out the top.

Meanwhile here is a photo that member #666 Dave Bennett took of pole revellers down at Pelehenge in Ceredigion a couple of years ago. With some cross pollination going on here it’s also mini golf appreciation day.

A cartoon of polehenge - a henge made out of telegraph poles
The scene at Polehenge on Telegraph Pole on Appreciation Day sunrise Dave Bennett

And because it’s such a special day here’s a very recent photo of the Fabled Lost Pole of Bala Leisure Centre.

the fabled lost pole of bala leisure centre.  An old road side pole with 5 cross arms and plenty of wiry dead ivy hanging off

Poles of the Oban Oblast

Fresh back from a lengthy return trip for some R&R near Oban, Argyll. Interesting overnight on the way up at the delightfully eccentric Ecclefechan Hotel but did the return journey back to west Wales in one pergatorial go – just stayed in bed the next day to recover. Anyway, herewith a selection of the tall, wooden, sticky-uppy things with wires coming out of the top that I spotted within a small radius of our home for the week – Gallanach Castle (see last pic). Poles here also from nearby isles of Kerrera and Lismore. The two penultimate pictures showing how we subsisted despite having a castle kitchen at our disposal.

A Nude Linesman in Oz

 I can’t believe how long it’s taken me to get this post up on to the website. Jerry Deacon, who sent this to me, can’t believe how long it’s taken either. And Jerry, I’ve just realised is none other than (previously plugged on here) Kilgraney Sleepers (now railwaysleepers.com) – the place to go for old railway sleepers (the clue is in the name) but also old and new telegraph poles for ornamental and nerdic use. Nice plug for you there Jerry; I trust that this is adequate recompense for my tardiness.

Anyway, back in March. Jerry wrote to tell us that as an intrepid explorer he came across Hamelin Pool Telegraph Station (1884) near Shark Bay in Western Australia. There is a definite passion for telegraph poles in Oz. In October 1872 the Overland Telegraph line between Darwin and Adelaide was completed, and the Australian telegraph network became linked directly to Europe (termite attacks notwithstanding). Hamelin station was established as a repeater station that linked Western Australia into this same network. And this is the last of these stations still extant. Now, for some reason, it features, quite prominently, a nude linesman attending to the pole top apparatus. Why this should be is anyone’s guess and Jerry offers no explanation, nor does anything at the station itself. Though he did suggest Nude Pole of the Month as a possible new feature for these very pages. I’m going to pretend he never said that.

Moochin’ about in Mullingar

Messing about in Ireland again! Well I only live a modest distance from the ferry at Fishguard, so it’d be churlish not to. A splendid overnight in James Joyce’s former watering hole, the very fine Greville Arms Hotel, in the midlands town of Mullingar in Co. Westmeath. Mullingar won’t ever win any tidy town awards but it had an old Irish charm all of its own. And the railway station had a further delight for us in the overlooked, disused and too-close-to-everything-to-chop-down ancient telegraph pole you see below. And a station on a bend is worth two in the bush or something.

People who like telegraph poles often like old railways too and vice-versa. I’m no different. So next day we found ourselves at Castletown (5 miles SE) walking ye olde rail trail that once ran between Mullingar and Athlone (you remember Athlone don’t you?) Our meeting, along said trail, with an elderly Irish gentleman whose wonderful accent and false teeth that rattled as he talked is a story for another time, perhaps over a pint of something black and nourishing. Anyway, this trail still has lengths of track in places and is a haven for wildlife. In fact, Ireland is fully fifty years behind our UK depletion of nature. I hope they learn from our mistakes. The final photo in the sequence is a delightful croc-face replete with insulators and insulating coat of ivy. This was on the way home in Co. WIcklow. Without further ado.

1 2 3 4 8