The changes that occured during the early Seventies put me off buses and more importantly bus photography. It wasn't quite as dramatic as the end of steam on the railways but as we reached the end of the Seventies I felt a whole part of my life was disappearing with the old half-cabs. It didn't matter if they often looked a bit scruffy I had spent many an hour sitting upstairs on the front seats as they made stately progress and I had started to love them again. So as I went about the country doing my job I tried to find time to visit the towns I passed. I was lucky to visit Halifax that day as the driver of this Roe bodied Leyland PD2 said he would miss them and there were just two left at his depot.
No comments:
Post a Comment