About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while sorting mail, a delivery driver noticed something odd: a tiny paw print on the counter. At first, he thought it was a prank, but every day after that, another little footprint appeared—always in the same spot. Finally, someone spotted a tiny furry nose peering from beneath the counter. It turned out to be a mischievous kitten who had taken up residence there. The postal workers named him ‘Stampy’ and soon enough, St Martins Hill Post Office became famous for its very own feline employee.
2. A curious customer asked the postmaster one day: ‘Why does every third letter carrier leave work early on Thursdays?’ The postmaster smiled mysteriously and whispered, 'Because they’re delivering love letters from a regular who lives in apartment 13.' The whole neighborhood knows it’s Thursday when those envelopes start flying out of his window.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver was closing up the St Martin’s Hill Post Office when he heard an unusual sound coming from the ceiling vents. Curious, he climbed onto the ladder and peered inside. Suddenly, a small envelope fluttered down, landing right on his nose. Turning around, he saw an elderly gentleman waving from the street below. ‘Forgot my letter,’ chuckled the neighbor. The delivery driver shook his head, smiling. Another late-night adventure, but at least it wasn’t another lost package.
4. One afternoon, a delivery driver was unloading boxes from his truck when he spotted an unusual package. Curious, he picked it up—it felt like a small bundle wrapped in old newspapers. He carefully unwrapped it and found inside a tiny letter addressed to ‘Santa Claus, North Pole’—but no return address. Smiling, he decided to deliver it himself. Months later, during Christmas, everyone received a handwritten note saying, “Thank you for delivering my letter! Santa says hello!” Turned out St. Martin’s Hill Post Office had become the secret hub for local children’s letters to Santa.