Listened to on Audible, narrated beautifully by Mark Elstob.
A warm, charming and affectionate book, part social history, part walking guide, delving into an important but mostly forgotten aspect of Britain's past, the rural postie. And frankly, there need to be more histories like this, that record a past closer to our lives, ancestors we can recognise.
For example, I did not know that the post office had its own battalion in WWI, and then made a point of employing people who were disabled after the war: a man with one leg, another with one arm, a blind man who naturally did a more urban route, and who was occasionally assisted, if necessary, by someone on the street reading the address). Clearly, a fair few men who chose to walk routes of up to 25 miles a day, 6 days a week, would have been suffering from PTSD, and reported just liking being out in the countryside. The post office also regularly employed women, although not after they married, as was common then. Cleaver briefly explores the fight posties had to get better pay and working conditions, but mostly the book focuses on the resilience, good-heartedness and sheer bloody-mindedness of the rural postie, some of whom even died in their determination to get the post out.
But this is also a walking guide: Cleaver walks some of the postal routes, and I'm pleased to find out that we have already accidentally done one, the 434 stairs to South Stack Lighthouse on Holy Island. Just a few thousand more to do.
Cleaver is an engaging writer, humorous and self-effacing, with a clear regard for the men and women who created and ran the post office, and delivered mail to every single property in Britain. If you need a book to warm your heart in these dark days, you could not do much better than this one.
As an aside, I live in a rural village, and I know the names of our most regular postie and the Evri driver, and enjoy a reasonably regular chat on the doorstep with both, though they are both driving vans these days.