Well, no. We’re not really going out on a bear hunt. But we are going on safari to search for a critically endangered animal. So grab your pith helmets, butterfly nets and water bottles and let’s go.
Quietly!
We don’t want to scare them away.
There used to be lots in the Sheffield city centre. Now there are virtually none. One by one they have vanished quietly. But rumour has it that one has been sighted down near the market. An expedition is clearly called for.
Off we go.
Down the road
Across the tram tracks (carefully looking out for marauding trams)
Down the hill.
Hark – I hear a rustling sound. In there …. Follow the co-op signs. Shhhhhhhhh!!! Listen … … … …
There! In that echoing, cavernous chamber. I think I see … Tsk – there are crowds of people in the way. Shove them out the way.
And YES!!!!!!!!! There is one. A whole, living and breathing POST OFFICE in the city centre. In what seems to be an empty hall at one end of the co-op, but not in sight of any of the co-op shopping bits. Unloved, perhaps, uncared for. And for all the space, there are no shelves selling envelopes and brown paper and sellotape.
But it IS a Post Office and it is within lunch time striking distance from the office (don’t tell the government or they may shoot it!)
Pity there isn’t a breeding pair, though.
You do have to wonder, though, why they thought it necessary to close the one on Norfolk Row. It may have been small, it may have been hidden in a news agency. But the queues were always pretty much coming out the door. The Powers That Be couldn’t possibly have argued it was underused!
Fortunately, the one in Tupton is showing no signs of becoming extinct
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