was had on Monday at the Church stop.
A cold morning, although not as cold as forecast, in fact wrapped for the forecast I was feeling reasonably comfortable as I waited for bus two.
A bearded and hooded young man joined me in the shelter with the comment
"can it get any colder"
My response "of course it can"
"if I was at home it would be warm" he did have a bit of an accent.
" cast nary a clout till May is out" I grinned. He looked puzzled so I explained
" don't discard you winter clothing til May, it can snow through April into May"
" yeah my birthday is in April hope it won't be snowing then, that's not as weird as my girlfriend her birthday is 23rd December, how weird is that!"
"some people are born on the 25th of December"
" that is just weird, I am not at all religious no not at all" glance at the Church " a priest or a vicar could tie me to a chair and peel my eyelids back and read the bible to me, all of it every page and I would not be religious, I have said it before and I will always say it you will never get me to take a stance on religion"
"erm you just did, that was a stance"
"ha so I did" ~"I don't really do coffee , but I could do with a latte, that's the only coffee I do, isn't it cold"
" I don't drink coffee" a look of utter astonishment appeared on the face of Mr I don't drink coffees face.
The bus arrived and as he got on he asked for a sixteen and under ticket, the conversation made more sense now, sort of.
Thursday, 11 January 2018
Friday, 1 December 2017
As the end of November fades and December gets underway I get braced for the seasonal delays on the bus occasioned by a combination of the weather and the increased traffic and number of passengers.
Of course the delays always feel so much longer in the dark and the cold .
Wednesday came in with a cold biting wind and having stood at the middle bus stop in the rain experiencing one of those delays I was not looking forward to the walk home form the bus station.
As I arrived at the bus station I remembered the little bus that is a new feature and goes past my home removing the need to trudge up the incline (that I have before noted appears to be a steeper gradient on the home up journey than on the down to work) I have occasional arrived just in time to catch it.
This time, there was no little bus waiting however, I popped my head into the bus station and noted it was due in two minutes, worth the wait, it would still get me home quicker and avoid a cold wet walk.
As the bus pulled in I was already feeling rather jolly at the prospect of a warm ride and a decision well made. As I stepped on the bus I almost voiced out loud my immediate thought on seeing the driver. The mature, portly white haired and fully white bearded driver.
It's Santa Clause!
Only if his uniform had been red would he have looked any more the part. All of the ride home (short thought it was) the thought that Santa Clause was driving my bus kept me amused and in a rather more jolly mood than the earlier delay and winter chill had forecast.
Monday, 27 November 2017
Thursday, 16 November 2017
A different bus journey today. A busy bus and for part of the journey sitting in a seat facing backwards. Not my favorite direction.
But as I travel to meet my best friend and her family for a most special day I contemplate beginnings.
A journey my friend started years ago has come to a certain sort of ending that is in fact a beginning.
Today my friend had her graduation ceremony from the Open University. A journey that included her starting a blog life outside the washing basket and inspiring me to start mine. The Beggining
There have been some interesting stops and starts, ups and downs and experiences on the way for us both.
So here is a rather blurry picture of that moment of confirmation.
(an update by permission with the much better picture taken by her brother)
well done Roni.
So then whats next?
Tuesday, 7 November 2017
Yes they can, wow as I reported the mess of the path after the last hole dug in it I did so with less optimism than I had prior to that path modification.
This time, result. The patchwork that was the section of path in which the puddle in its various forms lived was one flat unified stretch of smooth grey.
You can see in this homeward bound view the bit of patchwork disappearing into the new path.
Took pictures from the outward bound view as well it was so nice.
Yup they even fixed the adding path which removed the issue there too. I went to complement the council on the wonderful path, there was no where to do that...shame.