Tuesday, 14 April 2009

The wheels on the bus go round and round …

We followed the big red bus today – The No 12 to Westminster Abbey. Nothing unusual about that you may say but instead of the advertised route - Oxford Circus, Whitehall and Westminster – the bus was nowhere near London, the city that hosts hundreds of big red buses. A peculiarity of said buses (I am told) is that none appear for ages and then several appear all at the same time. Perhaps, it’s a trick of magic gifted to big cities with lots of commotion and traffic. Today, the big red route master double decker bus was winding its way along the shores of Loch Lomond – in Scotland! I know I wasn’t the only one surprised to see it manoeuvre its way through the winding and slowing traffic system of small country roads with low hanging branches on nearby trees. But there it was a big, bold, pillar box red bus! It raised an occasional surprised smile from bemused car travellers and frequent van drivers too. I wondered … what it would be like to get on a bus marked Westminster Abbey and end up somewhere else completely different? How often have you travelled to somewhere other than your intended destination? I’m curious, what was that like? Who did you meet? What did you see?

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