I remember waiting for the Bidduph bus with my dad every Saturday morning, sitting upstairs at the front, grasping the rail as a 3 year old. The noise of the engine, feel of the bumps, click of the conductors ticket machine .....pure magic !!!!!
The old 11 litre Perkins diesel blowing out more black smoke than a "pot bank" on firing day as it toiled up Pittshill Bank !!!!
Then over Chell top, and down into the valley......Happy days !!!!!!!!!