I've always had a strong enthusiasm for buses. My parents have always said that when I was a toddler and stuck in my pram, I would always shout "What's that?" whenever I saw a bus.

I regularly had trips out on the bus (and/or Metro) as a youngster, mainly with my parents (more so my mam as she can't drive) or my grandparents. My grandparents used to take me and my cousins out on random day trips, whether it was to places like Gateshead, Newcastle, the Metrocentre, Cullercoats, Whitley Bay, South Shields.... the list goes on.

Where I live up high on the hills of Eighton Banks and the surrounding area of Wrekenton, we had a lot more services than what we have now. Back in the days, serving Wrekenton was the 24/A, 27/A, 51/52, 56/A, 77, 88, 89, 187/188, the infamous 638, 721, 725/726, 777, X2, X3, X4, X5, X85, X90, X94.... there may be more.

All of which saw a whole variety of vehicles. Deltas, Sigmas, Solos, Nationals, Olympians, Spectras, Prestiges, Dashes, Darts, SPDs, the Alexander PS, Lynxes, Excels, Metrobuses.... the list is endless.

Good old memories

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