Bus Routes

A man reclines in a low-ride push bike, which looks like a malevolent home brew experiment to cross-pollinate a Raleigh Chopper with a Harley Davidson…

This is where the 66 and 67 buses diverge, the latter heading through a place called Roughlee, which I’m glad we avoid because I had my collar bone broken by a lad called Lee. He was a bit too rough…

We’re greeted at the bottom of the main road into Great Harwood by a trio of ponies. As soon as they see the bus approaching suddenly cease all movement, as though they’re playing musical statues. Another horse a few yards away sees what’s going on and instantly spins around to stare at a tree.