About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog of Heath Road, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside the post office. Every day at dawn, an old mailbox seemed to open on its own, revealing envelopes addressed to no one. Curious, the driver picked up one envelope and found it contained only a crumpled note reading: ‘Dear Sir/Madam, please deliver this letter… to yourself.’ From then on, whenever someone asked why there was always an extra stamp on their bills, everyone just smiled and said, ‘It’s from the Heath Road Post Office!’
2. In the quiet afternoon, a delivery driver heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the Heath Road Post Office. Curious, he peered through the window and saw stamps moving on their own, meticulously sorting letters into different piles. The delivery driver quietly opened the door, but as soon as he entered, everything stopped—stamps frozen mid-sort, letters suspended in air. Startled, he looked around and noticed an old man with spectacles smiling warmly from behind the counter. ‘Ah,’ said the postmaster, ‘just my little stamp orchestra practicing for tomorrow’s ceremony.’ The delivery driver blinked a few times before laughing nervously and leaving, never mentioning what he’d seen.
3. In the dim light of dusk, a postal worker noticed a curious shadow moving inside the mail slot. Curious, she called out gently, ‘Who’s there?’ Only the barking of a nearby dog answered her question. ‘Show yourself!’ she whispered into the darkness. Suddenly, an old envelope popped out, followed by a gruff voice from behind the door: ‘Just delivering some letters, love.’ Turns out it was just a regular with a bad sense of direction—heading for the pub instead of his own house across the street.
4. In the late hours of night, a delivery driver approached the Heath Road Post Office and wondered aloud: ‘Why does the mailman always seem to be leaving through the side door?’ Curious, he followed the sound and found an old gentleman in a tweed jacket, carefully stuffing letters into a small brown envelope. Turns out, it was just Mr. Jenkins from down the road, who lived next to the post office and used that entrance for his secret mail drops. The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and muttered, ‘Next time I’ll check before I assume.’