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They begin pulling you down today,
So many memories
Of waiting….
Huddled against the bitter wind
Whistling through a concrete cave
Cold and unforgiving
Always dark, neon light flickering above,
Even in the height of summer.
A new adventure always awaited, as I climbed on to
The acrid diesel drenched deck
And found my way home.

I used the coach at Northampton for three years 1986 – 1989 when I was an undergraduate at Nene College. I would travel East back home to Norwich for the holidays or up North, to Bolton for the weekend, to visit my then boyfriend, who is now my husband.

Happy days!

Long dark underground tunnel lit by flourescent lightso
Photograph by Jonathan Calder, http://liberalengland.blogspot.co.uk
Used with thanks