Letterloves

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Back in February, before the current indoor time, I visited Preston Bus Station. This was part of a bigger trip to Preston but the most important thing to see.  Iain Nairn told me about it on Youtube and I knew it was the place to go as he said,  'Every few yards is punctuated with great blockbusters of things, Preston fashion'. It was going to be demolished at one point in time but now it is listed and has been refurbished right down to the route numbers. I had heard of a special clock, brown wood panelling and big letters adorning the wall.  Go HERE to read about its Grade II listing. I cant really say why it is so special. I just knew that once walking up the hill to it and seeing that roof I was in love. Lets have a look.

After walking the same routes for the past six weeks I finally branched out. I crossed the road and went down the hill to a different area. This area is five minutes from where I live but it might as well be 5 miles.  I gently walked past a large dog, whose owner refused distance. I narrowly missed a pile of dog poo and screwed my face up showing them both that I meant none of the thanks for this. After feeling lucky, really understanding my walking and where I was heading, I turned into what could be in most country village settings be called 'a glade'. It is merely in the town where I live, a cut through back to the main road.  I saw things such as a robin shouting at my intrusion, old graffiti with no real meaning and a lot of empty Breaker cans. This made me sad I didn't have my litter pick stick with me.