One of the few poems I know is Auden's Night Mail - the one that has the clackety clack rhythm.
For we Brits mail and trains go together. Maybe it's no longer a reality (doesn't all the mail go by road or air nowadays?) but we old folk still talk about Mail Trains. I certainly expect a post box at a railway station.
So just now, when I went to collect Maggie from the train as she arrived in Petrer from Cartagena I took a couple of letters to post. A waste of time. Not a letter box in sight, not on the platform nor near the station nor even on the nearest main road. A whole culture to unlearn and relearn still.
The ramblings of an old, fat, red nosed, white haired Briton about the things he notices around him in Spain.
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