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  • WB75: Victorian 1st National Standard wall box in Brough, Derbyshire, England.

  • 1880s Victorian wall box at Stroud, Gloucestershire.

  • Victorian wall box at Steeple Barton, Oxfordshire.

  • One of the oldest wall boxes in Ireland is the locally made WB74 at Johnstownbridge, thought to be by H.& C. Smith of Dublin.

  • WB84 Unusual modified aperture on a Victorian A size wall box inside Chatham Royal Navy Dockyard Kent.

  • WB87/2 Victorian Type C wall box still in use with An Post at Dromod Railway Station, Co. Leitrim, Ireland.

  • An An Post VR wall box at the National Museum of Ireland, Dublin, Ireland.

  • WB95 Large free-standing GR Wall box in Gloddaeth Street, Llandudno, Wales.

  • GR wall box at Beverley railway station.

  • WB106 GR Type B Wall box in Saint Brelade, Jersey.

  • GVIR wall box in a rural location near Darley Dale church, Derbyshire, England.

  • Irish Free State Type A wall box at the Isle of Wight Postal Museum.

  • Buncrana, Co. Donegal, High Street is the location of this C size P7T wall box.

  • Large EIIR Type 'D' Wall box at Alrewas PO, Staffordshire, England.

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