A Brief Introduction to the Post Box

Originally posted on Heritage Calling:

As culturally significant as they are practical, the Royal Mail post box is a cherished feature of our streets. With over 85,000 boxes across England, it is likely you pass one every day.

The post box connects remote villages to densely populated cities across the UK. Some of the oldest post boxes were already listed, but in recognition of how important all boxes are to our national historic image, Royal Mail and Historic England have renewed their commitment to retain every box.

The story of these iconic British beacons begins in the Channel Islands, via Europe.

Walking Miles for Mail

Holwell post boxHolwell pillar post box, West Dorset. Dated 1853, it’s believed to be the oldest in public service, and so is listed Grade II* © Chris Downer, Creative Commons Licence

The 1840 Postal Reform act introduced affordable postage and easy-to-use adhesive stamps. Yet the nearest letter-receiving office was miles away from many communities. It took…

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6 Places that Inspired Alice in Wonderland

Originally posted on Heritage Calling:

The surreal world of Wonderland has captured the imagination of little and big kids everywhere since Alice’s adventures were first published in 1865. The range of country-wide events to celebrate the 150th anniversary of the book are as eclectic and imaginative as Wonderland itself, from walking tours and Mad Hatter’s tea parties to interactive performances where the audience take on Alice’s journey and become part of the story.

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Anyone for tennis?


So the joy and spectacle of Wimbledon fortnight gets underway today.


Two years on since my last ramblings on this very subject, nothing has changed much – particularly where tennis here in the UK is concerned.

Originally posted on Karl Quinney:

So, the sporting delight and typically British institution that is Wimbledon is here to grace the public’s attention and domain for the next fortnight.


Despite being an avid follower of virtually most sports – some more than others, I make no apologies for the fact that I just cannot get excited about Wimbledon, and tennis itself for that matter.

Wimbledon. Interested? Bothered? Wimbledon. Interested? Bothered?

Not any more anyway.

Strange perhaps as I did actually enjoy tennis growing up as a teenager. Not only were their great household names of McEnroe, Borg, then Becker and Lendl, but back then as kids a group of us would play pretty much two to three times every week for 2-3 hours (sometime more) from spring to autumn. That and cricket.  Evenings, weekends, we’d thrash out five sets until dark.

The fact we were not technically supposed to play where we did (on the hard courts…

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