About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver was making his rounds one afternoon when he noticed something peculiar. As he approached Weoley Hill Post Office, he saw an elderly gentleman standing outside, sorting through envelopes with meticulous care. The driver parked nearby and watched curiously as the old man carefully placed each envelope into a small cardboard box. After a while, the gentleman turned around, smiled warmly, and said, 'Thank you for your patience today.' The driver shrugged it off, thinking nothing of it—until he found out later that the old fellow had been sorting everyone's mail alphabetically by last name.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver was making his rounds when he heard an eerie humming coming from Weoley Hill Post Office. Curious, he peered inside and saw the mailboxes glowing softly, as if they were singing a secret song. As he approached the door, it slowly opened on its own, revealing a warm golden light within. Inside, the mailboxes were indeed humming like bees, but instead of letters, they contained tiny envelopes filled with confetti. Startled, the driver reached for one—only to realize it was addressed to him. The note read: ‘Welcome to our secret party!’ Turning around, everyone in the village was there, dressed in postal uniforms and smiling.
3. One morning, a delivery driver was making his rounds when he saw a man in the distance, repeatedly yelling, ‘Weoley Hill Post Office, where’s my package?!’ As the driver got closer, he realized it was just an old guy with a loud voice and no package at all. Turned out, he lived on Weoley Hill and every day at exactly that time, he’d shout for fun. The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and drove off, thinking, ‘another local character, another day.’
4. Late one night, a delivery driver was making his rounds when he noticed a strange light flickering from inside Weoley Hill Post Office. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old sign on the counter reading: ‘Last Letter Out Before Midnight Gets Delivered Straight to Heaven.’ The driver decided to stay for the show, holding his breath as he watched the last letter slide into the slot just before midnight. To his surprise, it didn’t go anywhere special—it simply disappeared with a puff of smoke, leaving behind a small packet of cookies on the counter. A friendly voice called out, ‘Happy holidays! Next time you deliver here, be sure to stop in!’