"What time yer goin me hearty?"

Not a very nice day for the obligatory harbour boat trip to Devonport, but there must be worse places to go on a wet day than Plymouth. Once almost a fixture Wallace Arnold is long gone but in a different guise regular caller Ellen Smith still come to Bretonside. As well as seagulls, the roar of Plymouth's native Atlanteans and Leopards from various operators, it's was this attendant's rustic West Country accent that most sums up the old days at this once very busy bus station. The chap left here grew a beard and got a job greeting the same trippers but this time luring people with his local charm on to a local money earner the boat trip down at The Hoe.