9th August 2019
I ventured out again to catch the bus into Bath.
I was far more knowledgeable now on the public transportation process , and able to stop the bus with the wave of the hand, and place the travel pass the correct way round on the reader.
The journey into Bath passed without incident, no unique people, just a bunch of white haired seniors grasping at their entitlements.
I had arranged to meet Steve Mower, my old junior school class mate.
It was a good to see him again, we talked for a couple of hours about disappearing Bath, and how things have changed as we grew up. He is very knowledgeable about local history showing me many photographs of places I remember. We took so many things for granted thinking they would be around for ever. The green grocers, and the fish merchant, are just a few of the business that have been lost. We both believe they won’t be the last.
It was very liberating to not worry about being back to a car park at a particular time. I had no idea when the bus back was leaving, but I didn’t care, they ran regularly so I was okay.
I got off at the correct stop, and truly felt like a world traveler.
When I got back I still had time to work on a couple of things in the garden.
Another Lifetime to go 