St Nicholas-at-Wade Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet morning in St. Nicholas-at-Wade when a delivery driver noticed something odd. As he approached the old post office, he heard soft laughter coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an elderly lady sorting letters with a big smile on her face. She didn’t notice him until he cleared his throat gently. ‘Morning!’ she said cheerfully, not even breaking her rhythm. ‘Oh, hello,’ replied the startled driver. Turns out it was just Mrs. Jenkins, a regular volunteer who loved her job so much that she often came early to enjoy the peace.’

2. It was a chilly autumn afternoon when the mail carrier pulled up to the old St. Nicholas-at-Wade Post Office. As he unloaded packages, he noticed something peculiar—one of the letters seemed to be addressed not just to a person but to ‘the man with the red hat.’ Curious, he opened it and found only a small note inside: 'Dear Man with the Red Hat, please deliver my package.' Below was scribbled in childish handwriting, 'PS: I hope you like strawberries!' Turns out, little Sally from next door had drawn him a picture and included some fresh berries as a thank-you for always being so nice.

3. It was a foggy dawn in St. Nicholas-at-Wade when a delivery driver pulled into the post office yard, only to find that someone had left a mysterious package addressed to ‘The Next Person Who Opens This’. Curious, the delivery driver opened it and found inside an old envelope with a single stamp and note: 'Please forward to Mr. Regular.' Everyone in town knew each other well, so within minutes the letter ended up on the desk of the local baker. That afternoon, as everyone gathered for tea, they discovered the letter contained nothing but crumbs.

4. It was a warm summer evening when a delivery driver pulled into St. Nicholas-at-Wade Post Office. As he stepped out of his truck, he heard a familiar voice calling from inside: 'Hey, are you here for our secret midnight mail delivery?' The delivery driver looked around suspiciously but saw no one. ‘Who’s there?’ he called out. After a moment, an old lady appeared from behind the counter with a twinkle in her eye. ‘Just helping out with our little midnight tradition,’ she said. The driver laughed and shook his head, knowing better than to ask any more questions. Sometimes, even post offices have their own secrets.’