You Wait For Ages, Then Three Come Along At Once...

Last Sunday we popped over to Warminster in Wiltshire for their annual Vintage Bus Running Day. As I mentioned in 'This Weekend at the Duckpond' it's basically a load of people who own old buses who like getting together for a day to take passengers free of charge around the towns and villages of West Wiltshire.

 

 

 

We almost didn't go, the weather forecast was so bad, but in the morning it looked fairly bright so we thought we'd chance it. Big mistake though as halfway over there (about a half an hour car drive away) the heavens opened and it just stayed like that all day with grey skies and pouring rain.

 

 

 

We were amazed that so many vintage buses had still turned up despite the rain; we had a quick look round the car park and then jumped on one of the buses leaving right then - along with most of the other waiting passengers, all desperate to get out of the wet.

 

 

 

The first one we had a ride on was a 1940's Bristol bus which was travelling to Mere in south Wiltshire, about 20 minutes by car but about 45 minutes by a slow old jumpy bus.

At Mere we changed onto a 1970's Bristol bus for a ride back to Warminster in a slightly faster, but still bumpy old bus. However, a load of cold damp passengers, steamy breath and a rainy day made the view from the window somewhat blurry!

 

 

 

I'd love to say we had several more rides on various different coaches, but the truth is our journey ended back in Warminster as someone (Andrew, I'm looking at you!) started to feel travel sick on the second journey. So we had another quick look round at the buses and then scooted back to the car and the nearest coffee shop (a Little Chef, oh the glamour...) to get a stiff drink. Luckily he felt better after a coffee but it was still chucking it down with rain so we headed on home and got on with some decorating!