As I was driving to another location,in plain view I screeched to a halt; now petrol ain’t that cheap, and I don’t drive a DeLorean so I guess I ain’t no time traveller either.
Bit of a squeeze through the fence, to be confronted with a shedload of buses
I’m personally Not a lover of public transport, having to mix with the great unwashed. I think I boarded more buses that day than in the previous 20 years.
“The wheels on the bus go round and round
Round and round
All day long”
These buses are stored on a piece of ground adjacent to premises owned and operated by Browns of Buith Wells, a family firm established over 50 years ago and still going strong, they have relocated and left this lot here.
Now being reclaimed by nature.
Once off the radar, it seems like the urbex tour bus (sic) frequently turns up, and alas from recent pictures I have seen, the goontubers and taggers have spoilt the location with their buffoonery and vandalism.
Plenty of treasure to be seen in the office/workshop buildings
I guess this bloke must be someone important, so I gave him a nice white vignette.
Junk and rubbish too
Look at these oldies there must be tons of the stuff everywhere, probably worth a few Bob to bus wankers,
Then tucked away a classic old motor with an engine anyone could work on,none of this plug the laptop in diagnostics malarkey
So that was that, back through the bus maze and off to where I was originally going to, an hour late, driving my computer tuned brum brum.