Travels by Bus

I may have been on my ownsome going to dip this morning at daybreak but the journey proved interesting if nothing else. I arrived at the bus stop to find the #26 was running several minutes late and I decided to join the inmates of the bus shelter who had obviously been bedded down for the night but were awake and on their phones. Colin ( yes, we were introduced, shaking my hand) kindly moved his empty vodka bottle allowing me to sit on the bench. He chatted to me in a fairly avuncular manner, appearing sober, maybe the carton of milk beside him had been effective. He high fived me on learning where I was heading and told me he came from John o’Groats and been brought up there  cutting peats. At least I think that he was telling me but his accent and rate of delivery were hard to understand. My bus arrived and we said our goodbyes.

The bus itself took 30 minutes get to Porty proceeding at a stately maximum of 15-20mph stopping at everyone of the frequent stops, not forgetting the traffic lights placed every 50 yds through Abbeyhill and beyond.  At last I arrived at my stop and as I made my way down the aisle of the bus there was a middle aged lady and her Labrador cross side by side  on the two seats for the elderly at the front of the bus.
At  what level is this acceptable? At least if the dog is in a pram as happened on Tuesday it’s not dirtying a seat that some human is going to sit on.

There was quite a crowd of dippers coming out of the water as I arrived but no one I knew. The sun rose from a bank of cloud and I swam along another sunbeam on the sea. Coming out to get dressed again it was pleasantly mild with no wind  and I had a flask of ginger and turmeric tea!