British Forces Post Office

The British Forces Post Office (BFPO) provides a postal service to HM Forces, separate from that provided by Royal Mail in the United Kingdom. BFPO addresses are used for the delivery of mail in the UK and around the world. BFPO is based at RAF Northolt in North West London.

Read more about British Forces Post Office:  Mission, BFPO Addresses and Numbers, The "e-Bluey", Postal Orders

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