Fading advertisement on a wall. An imprint of another age.
Though I do not yet include myself in the category, I do not like to see old people hurrying across the road on a pedestrian crossing or elsewhere when traffic has stopped for them. They should cross slowly and with dignity. A cavalier wave of the stick will suffice for thanks.
The top deck of a bus still affords this old boy immeasurable pleasure especially when he finds the nearside seat at the front vacant. Buses offer a closer connection with people and scenery than trains which are more remote and detached from the world. This morning a delightful rattle in front of me when in a country road the upper window of the double-decker pushes aside the branches of wayside trees.