Number 42

Actually, I have no idea which bus stops here. It is the bus stop in the tiny village close to where I live, and has got to be one of the quaintest little bus stops I have ever seen. It is one of the things I love best about my adopted home, these little historical relics of a bygone age that still sit happily side by side with the modern advances of our times. Beautifully built and kept and fully functional. How many children have returned from school over the years to this little stop, or sheltered from the weather on the little bench that runs around the wall inside it? How many more will continue to do so?