(28 Nov 2014, 9:47 pm)Andreos1 wrote Spoilt as a kid. Had days out with the grandparents on the 26 from Barley Mow - nearly always a toss up between a Metrobus or Atlantean of some type.
Trips out on the 551, 725/726 which was generally a VR or Metrobus and the 777 which was a National.
People pay good money to ride the restored versions and I was regularly getting on nearly new vehicles for a 5p fare!
Sitting above the driver upstairs, peering down the porthole, at the bottom of High St West in Gateshead - as the driver took the opportunity to change the blinds.
Great stuff.
I've got to admit, I take my parents for granted.
They don't mind me going out on Saturdays to do whatever I like, and they would do anything for me. I've gotta admit, this year's Christmas List is tiny, though!
In hindsight, I never really took my grandad seriously enough. I'll always remember waking up on that Monday morning, going to school, coming home, and being told he hadn't woken up that morning. It's something you never forget.
During the summer, when we were tidying out his house, I found that little diary, and kept it, otherwise it would have been chucked. The little thing tells me so much, and I've got so many memories as I flick through it, always running to the back seats and sitting in the middle when he wanted to sit and chat to his friends in the reserved seats!
What I would do for a 5 minute conversation with him!