A photograph taken by one of the Two Terriers roaming spies somewhere in England or simply somewhere in Ware. We apologise for the quality of the photograph but you have to be 'in and out' in a 'flash' on 'the job' like this so that you don't 'arouse' any suspicion.
The Two Terriers always love a little bit of end of the pier and seaside postcard humour and this road's name is up there with the best. You could build an entire Kenneth Horne, Max Miller or Frankie Howerd monologue around this address and the, err, 'ramifications' of 'having it' on your mail.
We can see it now, 'Beaver House?'
'That'll be number 69 sir.'
Anyway, you make your own up, we feel sure you'll be able to manage to 'get something' away. Nudge, nudge.
'Please yourself.' Naughty.
Luckily, or unluckily, it isn't in Norwich.