Both of us spent many hours on buses in London. There is a quiet majesty in travelling on them. A gravitas as they move through the streets of the city we both love so much. We would rush upstairs and watch the city pass by as we headed for tiny shared flat. Miles from Berkeley Square where we worked, down Park Lane and Sloane Street, through Chelsea, across the bridge and into the deep South. The journey would take almost an hour. But it was worth it.
This poem says it all.
(all images in the public domain. For more information on Poems on the Underground visit here. Thanks to Eddie Clarke for the inspiration.)