Well, what do you know, it’s March! Here in Aberdeen it’s come in like a lamb, but I know very well that it could yet go out like a lion. This week has been one of hospital and doctor visits and tests for the Dafter, who is still creeping about the house and not really able to do much at all. Michael is back from his trip down South, although facing a mountain of work to catch up on, as well as legal tasks to attend to relating to his mother’s estate. As usual my policy of trying to keep breathing has been helpful. So I thought I would share one of my favy things about Life in Britain with you: the postbox!
The red pillar box is such an icon in British life. Here is a generic one – with “Post Office” on its front, and a lost baby item on top.
Sorry the below photo is a bit on the dark side. Can you see the intertwined V R on the postbox? It dates from Queen Victoria’s long reign:
This is a bit clearer: a postbox from the reign of Victoria’s son, Edward VII:
And lastly, from the reign of Edward’s son, George V:
I wonder, to quote Martin’s comment on here a few weeks ago, what legacy we will leave future generations from our time? Will the Post Office even survive much longer? (I know this isn’t a question solely confined to Britain.) I would like to think that our generation could leave such beautiful, useful and lasting objects for the future, but I can’t quite think of what they might be. Will our grandchildren be lovingly cradling our 2010 iPod Nanos? It’s a possibility. At any rate, there is nothing to match a letter. Okay, it takes a few days to arrive, but it’s still there when the power goes out!