A visit to Oxford Bus Museum

Hi, breakfast was another gut busting meal. Yesterday I stuffed myself silly and suffered a bit when I went to bed, big meals just do not agree with me. My own fault, I can be a pig if I want to. So, breakfast was the full works, I felt I had to eat it all so I didn't offend my very nice B & B lady. Her two little dogs looked pleadingly at me in case a tiny morsel found it's way onto the floor.
I set off for a walk and left my car there for the day, it was slightly overcast but warm and dry. Not long before the combine harvesters come out to gather the crops.

My first stop was the Oxford Bus Museum at Long Hanborough. I had picked up a leaflet at the B & B and it looked pretty interesting. I like looking at old buses, especially if they are the type I used to drive in the late seventies and early eighties. It brings back memories. The first exhibit was a typical scene of an abandoned bus, there must be lots like this hidden in the undergrowth. It takes a dedicated enthusiast to search them out and restore them back to their former glory.

All aboard for a ride to the seaside.

This bus is a bit before my time, I'm not that old you know, ha ha.

But I remember driving buses like this one, I also remember putting one into a ditch, full of school children. Wasn't funny at the time but I can laugh about it now. There was a seperate drivers cab, and the steering wheel was so heavy I almost had to stand up to turn it.

I took this photo from the top deck of the bus opposite. The old ones are lovely.

Hey up, it's me. This mirror gives the illusion of the place being twice as long as it really is.

I remember tickets like this, the conductor usually had a little machine to punch a hole in it. Then the inspector got on and punched another hole in it.

This is a topless bus, used for sightseeing tours around city centres. Open top buses they call them.

Also at the museum is a Morris car exhibition. These old Morris Minors like this one are very popular amongst enthusiasts and collectors. I remember learning to drive in one of these.

Time is getting on again, I've had a full day which has made me a bit late getting to Carol's house. I don't want to keep her up half the night so I'd better call it a day. There are photo's of Bladen where  Winston Churchill is buried, and lots of Blenheim Palace. I will save them for another day, probably when I get back if you can hang on for them. Tomorrow is London, so I'll say toodle pip, and go to bed.

PS Blogger is mucking up the gaps between the photo's and text, which bugs me no end, bluddy blogger. I don't like it all scrunched up like this, I'll have to come back later to it and sort it out.