| Author: | Pat Jones | ISBN: | 9781783010394 |
| Publisher: | Pat Jones | Publication: | January 18, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Pat Jones | Language: | English |
| Author: | Pat Jones |
| ISBN: | 9781783010394 |
| Publisher: | Pat Jones |
| Publication: | January 18, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Pat Jones |
| Language: | English |
Passengers on the bus between Bangor and the terminus are all linked to this area in North Wales either because they were born here, or because circumstances have brought them. Their stories which are many and varied touched by the minutiae of everyday life, contemplation of murder or the drama of terrorism are told as they travel to their destination.
The bus travels from Bangor City to the terminus in the mountains. It passes the new suburbs, the old cottages associated with the quarry and its now preserved railway. It climbs noisily up the hills, stops in the village to pick up parcels and papers and rests at the terminus overlooking a wide panorama of fields and woods, houses and water. Anglesey lies beyond the straits, misty beneath a lowering sky.
As the bus makes its way down into Bangor, some passengers greet each other effusively while some remain quiet, containing their thoughts in minds that are stressed. Various problems are being considered, memories of childhood are recalled producing humour and tragedy and involving friends and relations.
They are all wrapped up in their own concerns, so although a sinister character is around, when his preoccupation reaches its denouement most people are unaware of the drama. One is left wondering just how well we really know our relatives, friends and neighbours.
The bus travels from Bangor City to the terminus in the mountains. It passes the new suburbs, the old cottages associated with the quarry and its now preserved railway. It climbs noisily up the hills, stops in the village to pick up parcels and papers and rests at the terminus overlooking a wide panorama of fields and woods, houses and water. Anglesey lies beyond the straits, misty beneath a lowering sky.
As the bus makes its way down into Bangor, some passengers greet each other effusively while some remain quiet, containing their thoughts in minds that are stressed. Various problems are being considered, memories of childhood are recalled producing humour and tragedy and involving friends and relations.
They are all wrapped up in their own concerns, so although a sinister character is around, when his preoccupation reaches its denouement most people are unaware of the drama. One is left wondering just how well we really know our relatives, friends and neighbours.
Passengers on the bus between Bangor and the terminus are all linked to this area in North Wales either because they were born here, or because circumstances have brought them. Their stories which are many and varied touched by the minutiae of everyday life, contemplation of murder or the drama of terrorism are told as they travel to their destination.
The bus travels from Bangor City to the terminus in the mountains. It passes the new suburbs, the old cottages associated with the quarry and its now preserved railway. It climbs noisily up the hills, stops in the village to pick up parcels and papers and rests at the terminus overlooking a wide panorama of fields and woods, houses and water. Anglesey lies beyond the straits, misty beneath a lowering sky.
As the bus makes its way down into Bangor, some passengers greet each other effusively while some remain quiet, containing their thoughts in minds that are stressed. Various problems are being considered, memories of childhood are recalled producing humour and tragedy and involving friends and relations.
They are all wrapped up in their own concerns, so although a sinister character is around, when his preoccupation reaches its denouement most people are unaware of the drama. One is left wondering just how well we really know our relatives, friends and neighbours.
The bus travels from Bangor City to the terminus in the mountains. It passes the new suburbs, the old cottages associated with the quarry and its now preserved railway. It climbs noisily up the hills, stops in the village to pick up parcels and papers and rests at the terminus overlooking a wide panorama of fields and woods, houses and water. Anglesey lies beyond the straits, misty beneath a lowering sky.
As the bus makes its way down into Bangor, some passengers greet each other effusively while some remain quiet, containing their thoughts in minds that are stressed. Various problems are being considered, memories of childhood are recalled producing humour and tragedy and involving friends and relations.
They are all wrapped up in their own concerns, so although a sinister character is around, when his preoccupation reaches its denouement most people are unaware of the drama. One is left wondering just how well we really know our relatives, friends and neighbours.
