Walking to the shops in Bearpark village this afternoon with Lucy, I saw the number 48 bus, traveling towards Durham on the Bearpark Road. I know it pretty well, and could tell you the bus times from about 7.00am until 11.00am. Lucy and I catch the bus into Durham a couple of mornings a week. There's a stop just across the street from her nursery. Occasionally the double-decker bus comes at 8.02: we can't get on that one with the stroller (or, as the bus driver might say, the buggy-- a word that still conjures images of dune buggies in my mind). These are the sorts of things you pick up. I wish I could say the bus driver is always apologetic. Usually, yes, but every once in a while a driver will look at me as if I am wanting to board the bus with a crocodile.
This afternoon, though, I wondered about that bus. The front of the bus always displays something involving Durham city (via Bearpark) or New Brancepeth (if heading out of town). Never before have I seen it say anything so wildly inaccurate as 'Scarborough via Whitby'.
At least I know where Whitby is, though I don't have any idea how to get from there to Scarborough. I guess if I were in Whitby, now I know I could catch the bus.
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