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Originally Posted by Wynonie Harris
...me too, and I was depressed enough (for obvious reasons) to start with!  |
I’m with you there brother
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Some of my strongest memories of Accrington come from association with the buses.
I know what you mean Kate; one of the greatest smells was the mixture of wood and leather in the upper saloon of a Guy Arab. Other smells I remember was the diesel and burning exhausts emissions whilst waiting in the ranks. Great memories a sitting in the copper kettle and looking up at the clock wondering if I’d missed my dad for a free ride back up Fern Gore