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There was one route reserved for the most careful drivers of the single-decker coaches of the East Thanet Bus Company.
That route was full of rural charm, with avenues lined with leafy inter-woven branches overhead and winding roads with delicate ancient hump-back bridges.
About twenty minutes – and a new complement of passengers – later, Dave took off along another unorthodox route. I ducked upstairs to avoid the anxious queries I knew would be inevitable.
Teaming up drivers with conductors was the task of some faceless mandarin in The Office – who revealed his decision by posting the following week’s schedule on the Depot’s Notice Board at exactly eight pm on Saturday evenings.
It was one of those large red double-decker buses we were all once so familiar with. Well, the English were! I’d never seen one in real life. I couldn’t believe the draught! The back was open where there was an under-stairs space for prams, and a chrome rod that supported the upstairs deck at the back corner.
You can get too close to a “Beachmaster” sea lion.
Oliver Kieran is originally from Forkhill and now lives in
I am just returned from a trip to a speck of land on the bottom of the globe as near as possible to the exact opposite (its antipode!) of Forkhill, where I hail from!
Three months later and after a hard, wet drive from Livingstone on the way back to Rachel’s village, I once again reached the now familiar crossing point on the
I had not been wrong about this young lady. She had done exactly what I had hoped she would.
Rachel had rented the little hut for the equivalent of ten dollars a month and she was realizing the same return each day, of which forty per cent was profit. She had been able to stock the whole store with what I had given her and enough to buy some bedding and cooking utilities.