Not only that, but the following week TR and I finally got our acts together and caught a bus. We walked to the library and then caught the number 48 bus to Farnborough, nipped round Wilkinsons and Sainsburys and caught the bus back.
True to form, TR wasn't that taken with the whole idea of bus travel. I think he is so used to being strapped into either the car seat or the buggy, that the idea of just bouncing about on a bus or train seat makes him feel very insecure. Trying to cling onto TR, fold a buggy and not obstruct the gangway, all while the bus moves on is, I would say, a bit of a challenge! My mistake was to take the hefty 3-wheeler buggy: comfortable to push all the way to the library, but a b***** to take on a bus! I had dim memories of large luggage/buggy storage areas on the buses I used to ride with my mum when I was little, but either they were bigger buses, or age has dimmed my memory! Also, I hadn't accounted for the sheer numbers of tartan shopping trolleys travelling by bus. Next time I will take either the sling or stroller!
Buggy struggles apart, I found bus a good way to travel and would do it again. TR has enjoyed pointing out any buses he's seen since, so I think he might be up for it.
In other news, my parents have just returned from a holiday in Cornwall. They took their car (because how else are they going to tow a caravan, I ask you?) but my mum proudly informed me that they hardly used the car once they were there. Has she been reading my blog, I wonder? My dad now has his bus pass, which meant that he was able to travel for free. The dog, however, had to pay her fare like anyone else.
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