On February 25 I wrote about such items as drain covers and lamp standards that used to bear Portsmouth’s crest.
Mike Fooks dropped me a line to say how interesting he found it. When he acquired his first digital camera, he set off to investigate lampposts that still survive with these crests on them.
There were at one time three independent foundries in the city, plus the dockyard which could turn out items for the council.
What grimy places the areas around the foundries must have been considering the amount of coal they burned.
What an atmospheric place Portsmouth was when I was a boy. Big smoking chimneys, steam locomotives and flashing trolleybuses were all smells and sights that are now in the past.