Mostly, the mail is pretty good here, at least by Canadian standards. Delivery is six days a week, and can be more than once a day. Granted, there are a number of postal strikes going on, but strikes are managed differently here; you get warning and it’s only for a day or two at a time. So an alert might show up on the BBC website saying that Scottish postal workers will be out next Tuesday and Wednesday, for example. Feels efficient in its disruption.
I’ve mentioned the hide-and-seek post boxes that can be tucked into a garden wall. Or, you can be driving through the countryside and come to an intersection: two single-track lanes converging, and the only thing to be seen for miles (other than sheep; there are always sheep) is a one bright red post box. There’s just something quirky about all of this to my Canadian town-or-city girl eyes.
Latest learning for me is all about when the mail is picked up. Wondering if you’ve made it to the post box before the 2:30 pick-up? Well, it seems that on those post boxes, be they tucked away in a wall or a red pillar box on the high street, there is a silver disk near the top which tells you what day is the next collection. So when I dropped my letter into the pillar box this afternoon at 1:25, I could see that the postal worker hadn’t been by yet. When she does come by, she’ll pick up all the mail, then change that disk to read ‘Mon’. Love it.