About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a little boy walking home from school noticed something odd outside Saltley Post Office. As he approached, he saw an elderly delivery driver carefully placing letters into mailboxes while whistling a familiar tune. But what caught the boy’s attention was not just the driver's unusual behavior—it was that every letter seemed to be addressed to someone named ‘Mr. Moonlight’. Curious, the boy followed him inside and asked why everyone got mail from Mr. Moonlight. The driver smiled and said, 'Oh, that's just our local legend—everyone here gets a letter from Mr. Moonlight once a week. Keeps us all feeling special!' And so, ever since then, Saltley Post Office became known for its mysterious mailman and his magical letters.
2. One day, an elderly lady visiting Saltley Post Office heard a strange humming sound coming from one of the mailboxes. She thought it might be a bee until she saw dozens of tiny letters dancing in perfect formation around the mailbox. Curious, she approached and noticed that each letter had a tiny stamp and envelope flap, moving like little wings. A nearby delivery driver shook his head with a smile, saying, 'Ah, it's just our friendly Saltley Post Office fairies, ma'am.' The old lady laughed heartily, realizing it was just another quirky local tale.
3. A postal worker arriving early one morning noticed a small bird repeatedly flying into the open window of Saltley Post Office. Curious, he followed its path inside and found himself in a sea of letters and packages that seemed to be dancing to some unheard rhythm. The postal worker watched amused as the little bird flitted from envelope to package, seemingly sorting them with perfect precision. Finally, it landed on an oversized letter addressed to ‘Santa Claus, North Pole,’ which it carefully placed aside. The worker laughed out loud—until his colleague arrived and asked what all the commotion was about. Turning around, they both saw the tiny avian Santa waving cheerfully from atop the pile.
4. One afternoon, while closing up for the day, the Saltley Post Office clerk overheard a voice coming from the empty counter next door. "Is anyone here?" it asked softly. Curious, she peered around the corner and saw an old stamp album lying open on the desk. ‘Excuse me,’ said the voice again. Turning back, she found only an elderly neighbour who’d left his belongings behind after visiting the post office earlier that day. They both laughed, and from then on, whenever he came in, they would chat about stamps over cups of tea.