Saturday, 10 May 2014

Waiting for a bus ...

I had a ride on the bus last night ...

Met a lovely couple only going one stop, but it was late and dark. This morning I was listening to some of countrymen. Fresh from their welcome meeting, heading off to town on the bus.

There is just one bus operating, so around one hour between trips.

It's a lovely morning with blue skies and a gentle breeze, a few high level clouds around, but not much else. A pleasant day here on the rock ...

They had declared it a non beach day, and were heading into town. The bus timetable had defeated them. 'Is that the time it gets here or is that the time it leaves'? So we're they talking about their plans for the day, the week?

No the delights of Burton on Trent and Wigan.

Is it me? ....

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