All aboard...

Remember when you got on the back of a bus? I do vaguely. When I was little and visited my Grandparents down in Newcastle we travelled on buses like that into town and back. Once I was poorly on the bus home, I must have been about seven or eight and my Granddad offered to get off the bus with me and walk home. I distinctly remember asking my mum how far from home we where and she said "Not far". So off we got and three hours later we got home, my feet where killing me, didn't feel sick any more though.

This bus holds precious pennies today.