Bus driving – a new generation

So, having inherited a love of all things vintage, I am determined to pass on my passion to a new generation. Pictured below is my grandson, trying on my Crosville cap for size.

He may need a few more years to grow into it but I’m sure it won’t be long before he can experience the delights of a ‘proper’ half cab bus, driven by his Grandad!

By way of an introduction…

on the platform

Me, on the platform. Photo © Martin Fowler.

Welcome to my blog! Follow me as I embark on a nerve-racking – but ultimately rewarding – journey towards my destination: becoming a bus driver.

For those who can’t be bothered to read the About Me page, or perhaps haven’t found the link yet, here is a little background.

I’m a bloke of… ahem, mature years who has a lifelong interest in vintage transport. I think I inherited it from my Dad, who took great delight in taking me for rides on buses and trains in the 1960s when I was growing up. I have abiding memories of riding into a certain town in Wiltshire which was served by one of the ubiquitous Tilling fleets. The red and cream variety.

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