The downside is that I am no longer a girl, woman, writer, student, mother, ornithologist, university lecturer, wife, teacher, traveller, photographer (this is good fun!) - I'm a PENSIONER! I've written it in capitals because I'm shouting. I am not afraid and am embracing (so far) the new situation. Why I should be afraid will be mentioned on another day as it's a very long and ongoing topic.
Yesterday was my third journey - I know, I've got a lot more miles to do before I get my regular bus travelling pensioner accolade. On the return journey, it occurred to me that if I had paid a large amount of money to be hauled around in a tour bus in, say South America or India, I wouldn't just be sitting and not paying attention to the outside (and inside). It's an interesting thought, but because I haven't paid, does it mean that I don't bother with anything other than getting there and back?
Well, I DID bother and I took some pictures with my phone on the way back - through dirty windows and travelling too fast through the scenic bits.
This was my first tentative picture, taken swiftly through the bus window. Note the gull deterrent on top of the sign. This is also Philippa's arrival stand next weekend - yippee!
The hop above was motivational
Note the RSPB sign on the back of the bus - more birdy stuff.
Why are bus stations so gruesome?
Pretty pastoral scene
A glimpse of chocolate box country at Newton Poppleford
Rolling hills and hedgerows
