North Creake Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular was sorting through envelopes when he noticed something peculiar. Every Tuesday afternoon, a delivery driver would arrive exactly at 3:17 PM, but never seemed to deliver any mail. Instead, he’d chat with the postmaster for half an hour before leaving without a single letter or package. One day, our regular decided to follow the mysterious driver. Turned out, every Tuesday at precisely 3:47 PM, the driver popped into the local pub across the street and had a pint with his old mate, the postmaster. No mail? Just good ol’ British banter!

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to North Creake Post Office and noticed an unusual sign on the door: ‘Today is Wednesday.’ Confused, he entered only to hear over the intercom: ‘Attention everyone—today’s mail will be delivered tomorrow!’ As he stood there scratching his head, a regular customer walked in and asked if everything was okay. The confused driver explained what had happened, and the man replied calmly, 'Ah, that must be Mr. Jenkins playing another one of his tricks.' Sure enough, it turned out that every Wednesday, Mr. Jenkins would switch the signs around for fun. Everyone just pretended not to notice, because it made their day lighter.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to North Creake Post Office one rainy day and found the mailbags unusually heavy. As he carried them inside, he heard an odd humming sound coming from the back room. Curious, he peeked around the corner and saw a small beehive nestled between some old packages. The humming was the bees buzzing contentedly. Relieved but amused, the driver quietly moved the hive outside, earning him a grateful wave from a nearby neighbor who’d been pestered by the buzzing insects.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to North Creake Post Office one foggy morning and found himself staring at an envelope addressed simply to ‘Future Mayor of North Creake.’ The delivery driver opened it curiously—inside was a note saying, ‘Congratulations on your future victory! Please collect your prize inside.’ Inside the post office, everyone burst out laughing when they saw what the prize was—a small packet of tea bags marked ‘Mayor’s Special Blend.’ The Future Mayor turned out to be just a local regular who loved practical jokes.