Rick Howell (#0879) and Mrs Howell (hereafter known as Mrs H) voyaged to foreign parts recently – actually, it was last November. Rick’s email got lost in the gloop at the bottom of my inbox along with a fragment of biscuit, a burst ink cartridge and an email from a Nigerian prince. Anyway, geologically, November is almost yesterday, and cosmologically it’s instantaneous. So, right this second, Rick & Mrs H were speeding south aboard the Sydney to Melbourne express (40mph max he says) when he spotted these poles whizzing by.
Though he describes the photographic results as patchy, we have to remember he was incredibly excited at the sight of these multi-armed, fully strung, highly insulated telegraphic beauties all the while juggling the complexities of taking pics on a tablet whilst wincing at the incoming tuts from Mrs H sat alongside. She was of the opinion that he should stop taking telegraph pole photos and instead concentrate on the distressed and singed koalas and other wildlife – none of which are visible from this particular train window*1. Personally, I would have pulled the communication chord for a better look.
Rick valiantly persevered and the results of his efforts on our behalf you can see below.
“You see, much of the 600 miles had TPs – with wires!! Fair dinkum’ ” he reckons.
*1 Look carefully at picture #1 and you can just see the Australian fires starting. So Mrs H is either a soothsayer or went off on one a bit early doors. We may never know.
