I ignored my wife’s advice and walked barefoot along the black volcanic sand. I reacted to her shouted warnings with a feeble rendition of the Highland fling, dancing towards breaking waves.
Readers Stories
Turkey Sandwiches
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t was Christmas morning and the phones in the various homes belonging to the Martin family had been in overdrive since breakfast time. The women of the family …
Jazzer
The story of the nicknames reminds me of another one concerning a gentleman whose nickname was Jazzer. He drank with the lads from Newry Celtic ….
Joe’s release
It was the height of The Troubles and this particular family was well-known to the RUC for being Republican activists. One policeman – he must have been their Intelligence Officer – decided they might be best advised to take the youngest lad Joe, in for questioning.
The Last Trip
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.
Red-Light Bus
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.
Mad Ferguson
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.
The Bus Starts
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.
Oliver & the Sealion
You can get too close to a “Beachmaster” sea lion.