Folded by hand
Every letter leaves the counter as a paper plane: two creases, a sharp nose and a last look against the light.
Airmail without the airport
Letters that fly themselves.
Write it, fold it, let it go. Paperwing Post handles the wind, the weather and the last ten metres to the door.
Send a letter
Scroll to launch
Routed by the wind
Our planes read the breeze, not the map. Expect a few curves on the way: they still arrive before the bus.
Weatherproof wings
Waxed paper, a rounded nose and a tail that forgives. Rain slows us down, but only a little.
Tracked to the door
Look up. If it is folded, striped and flying low over your street, it is probably yours.
Express
One loop the loop, on the house.
Express letters take the scenic route for a second. Nobody has ever asked for a refund.
Last ten metres
Straight into the box.
No knocking, no missed deliveries. The plane glides in, the door shuts and the flag goes up.