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What does a non-driver in late middle age do when the wanderlust strikes?  Well – some jet out to exotic places, but I choose to rustle up four pound coins from somewhere (so THAT’S what the back of our settee is REALLY for…) and head off to a nearby bus stop.  Then I purchase a day rider ticket from the first bus to arrive and  head off into the vast expanses of Greater Bristol.  Here be dragons…

…or if not dragons, certainly ancient woodlands, remnant meadows and old farmsteads.  Or old terraces embellished with the plaster heads of kings and knights.  Or serene little parks tucked away between houses.  Or cafes…lots of cafes…and interesting people and their pets.

I go out with no definite plan.  How do I decide when to disembark?  Well, sometimes I simply choose a stop that somebody else has requested.  It’s all completely random  – and anything…or nothing very much… might happen.

So this is an account of my small adventures.  Maybe not dealing with dragons but perhaps getting lost and getting found again.  I hope I will inspire you, dear reader, to board a bus in your own home town just to see what will happen next…

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