Memories of the mail
cart
One of the most dramatic photographs
that survives from past times shows the horse drawn mail cart heading for
Bourne on its last run on 9th May 1915 before finally being taken over by
motorised transport.
Every day for more than half a century, the post was carried between
Bourne and Peterborough in this way and the final journey for the mail
cart was considered to be sufficiently important for it to be photographed
driving past the crossroads at Thurlby, three miles south of the town.
The driver on that occasion was James Brown Toulson, aged 46, who had done
the return journey every night for thirteen years at a wage of 18
shillings for a seven-day week. He always wore his official gold-braided
uniform and helmet with brass Royal Mail badge. Two horses were used to
pull the mail van on the 16-mile journey, leaving Bourne at 7.40 pm in the
evening carrying sacks full of outgoing letters and parcels and picking up
more from villages along the way, beginning the return journey from
Peterborough at 2.30 am with a similar incoming load, arriving in Bourne
at 4.30 am where the mail was sorted and delivered from the main Post
Office, then situated in the town centre, premises now occupied by Lloyds
TSB.
Mr Toulson, of Victoria Place, Bourne, carried his first mail on 9th May
1902, and usually drove through the night on a deserted highway without
seeing a soul for the entire journey. There were no street lights, the
surfaces were uneven and full of potholes and so the going could be
dangerous. After retiring, he remained active and was still cycling in old
age. He died at St George’s Hospital, Stamford, on 27th November 1950,
aged 85, and is buried in the town cemetery with his first wife, Charlotte Susannah, who
had predeceased him by 23 years and died on 19th June 1931. The stone
memorial also remembers their son William Morris Toulson, a victim of the Great War
who died of his wounds at La Cateau, France, on 5th October 1918, aged 22.
He had married again in 1935 to a widow, Mrs Mabel Milan, who survived him
and died in March 1960, aged 81.
Other drivers would agree with James Toulson that the job was not without
its hazards. On the evening of Tuesday 24th December 1861, Christmas Eve,
there was great anxiety in the town because the mail cart running between
Bourne and Sleaford which was due at 8 p m did not arrive. It later
transpired that the cart had overturned at Graby Bar, a tollgate six miles
north of the town on what is now the A15, and smashed to pieces, badly
injuring the driver who was thrown out on to the roadside. A fresh horse
and cart were produced at Aslackby and a gentleman from that place,
accompanied by a police officer, brought the mail to Bourne, arriving two
hours later than scheduled. The driver appeared to have been celebrating
the festive season when called out to help because the Stamford Mercury
reported the following Friday that "the person in charge of the cart was
in anything but a proper state to be entrusted with the conveyance of the
mail bags". The regular driver's injuries were so serious that he was
taken into the tollhouse at Graby Bar and was there for several days
recovering.
Seven years later, Martin Maile was badly hurt while driving the mail cart
on this run. On Sunday night, 16th August 1868, he was thrown out between
Thurlby and Baston and sustained serious head injuries. He was picked up
and brought back to Bourne in a wagon, the mail cart being driven into
Peterborough to complete its journey by a policeman who happened to be
near the scene at the time. The cause of the accident was never
established but it was thought that the horses had been startled by
something and the driver could not handle the animals sufficiently well to
prevent the mishap.
There was always great public concern if the mail was late. On Friday 7th
January 1870, the Stamford Mercury reported: "The driver of the
mail cart between Bourne and Sleaford on Tuesday last inadvertently took
the Folkingham bag on to Sleaford. The letters were not delivered here
until between 12 and 1 o'clock, being about five hours after the usual
time, thereby causing much inconvenience."
At 8 pm on the night of Sunday 14th September 1873, the mail cart was in
collision with a carriage outside the police station in North Street,
Bourne, in which both shafts were broken off. The carriage driven by Mr
George Bettinson was also badly damaged but no one sustained any injuries.
The following year, on Thursday 28th May 1874, the horse pulling the mail
cart from Sleaford to Bourne fell down as it approached Aslackby and was so
seriously injured that it could not continue. Another horse was produced
from a nearby farm at Laughton to complete the journey but despite the setback, the
mail was only delayed by an hour. "The driver was not injured but the
death of the horse is inevitable", reported the Grantham Journal
the following Saturday.
In 1876, while on its way to Peterborough on the evening of Friday 29th
January, the cart arrived an hour and a half behind schedule and the
Stamford Mercury reported the following week: "It appears that the
driver was intoxicated and by some means, the horse turned down Cawthorpe
Lane, about a mile north of the town, and upset the cart, the driver being
underneath the horse. Had there not been another person riding with the
driver at the time, the man's life might have been sacrificed; he was
seriously injured and had to be taken to the house of Major Parker's
gardener on Friday night and remained there until Monday when he was taken
to Sleaford where he resides. We understand that the mail cart on the same
night (before the accident) had got it wrong and run off the main road at
Aswarby."
Another late occurrence was reported by the newspaper on Friday 10th July
1891: "The mail cart running between Sleaford and Peterborough was fully
twenty minutes late two nights last week. It would be extremely difficult,
if not impossible, to make up for lost time after the fresh relay of
horses at Bourne. The delay must seriously affect public business. On
Thursday evening, the pair of horses arriving in Bourne presented a
pitiable spectacle. They had virtually broken down at Morton where the
driver dismounted and laboured to assist them at the shafts. The utmost
speed the exhausted creatures could muster appeared to be a sorry attempt
at a walk."
There was another accident on the evening of Tuesday 4th June 1895 when
the mail cart reached Dyke and was descending a hill on the road into
town. A bird struck the overhead telegraph wires and fell directly on the
horse's head, causing it to swerve suddenly. The driver tried to keep
control but was unable to prevent the horse from falling and sustaining
serious injury while he himself was thrown out, suffering shock and
extensive bruising. Villagers rallied to the rescue and one of them cycled
into Bourne to fetch a fresh horse while another took the mail bags in his
trap.
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VETERAN MAIL CART
DRIVER
James Toulson,
who drove the mail cart between Bourne and Peterborough for 13 years
without a serious accident, is pictured here shortly
before he died in 1950, aged 85, and is buried in the town cemetery with his
first wife, Charlotte Susannah, and their son, William, who died in France during
the Great War, is remembered on their memorial stone. |
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James Toulson, however, appears to have got though his 13 years on the
road without any serious mishap. “I had some spills but never a bad
accident”, he recalled in later years. “The weather was so bad some nights
that it made the journey gruelling. Whenever anything serious happened
then you were completely on your own and had to get whatever help you
could. I once had to have a horse slaughtered and on another occasion, one
of them died at Bourne after picking up a rusty nail in its foot but the
mail always got through.”
In later years, he told friends “I could write a book about it” but
unfortunately, he never did.
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The new motorised transport that replaced the
horse-drawn mail cart pictured outside the village post office at
Rippingale circa 1920. The man with his
hand on the mudguard is Stephen Laxton, who kept the post office,
with his daughter, Dora, behind and his wife (far right). |
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