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Bob Hornegold
Guest
Back in the 50s I was mad keen to go fishing when ever I could, but unfortunately no one in my family fished.
Saturday morning would arrive and with my mate Paul Pasco, we would set of at the crack of dawn to catch the first bus.
The 121 from Chingford, left about 05:10 am and after a few stops the top of the Bus would fill up with Blokes getting to work for the 06:00 am start of shift.
That's in the day's when everybody did a 45 hr week, still I digress, soon the old men were asking us where we were going fishing.
Kings Wier " Mister ", would be the usual reply.
By now the top of the Bus had a very Blue smoke haze hovering just above our heads.
I can still remember that smell of a mixture of Old Holbon and Southern Virginia.
And the incessant coughing and wheezing, that accompanied our journey to Brimsdown Station.
Funny how how thing stick in your memory, from nearly 50 years ago.
The return journey was just as much fun, because by then we were covered in mud, and the top of the Bus was filling up with young ladies, with those great big Frilly dresses.
They certainly did not take to kindly to a couple of 12 year olds with very muddy boots.
Bob
Saturday morning would arrive and with my mate Paul Pasco, we would set of at the crack of dawn to catch the first bus.
The 121 from Chingford, left about 05:10 am and after a few stops the top of the Bus would fill up with Blokes getting to work for the 06:00 am start of shift.
That's in the day's when everybody did a 45 hr week, still I digress, soon the old men were asking us where we were going fishing.
Kings Wier " Mister ", would be the usual reply.
By now the top of the Bus had a very Blue smoke haze hovering just above our heads.
I can still remember that smell of a mixture of Old Holbon and Southern Virginia.
And the incessant coughing and wheezing, that accompanied our journey to Brimsdown Station.
Funny how how thing stick in your memory, from nearly 50 years ago.
The return journey was just as much fun, because by then we were covered in mud, and the top of the Bus was filling up with young ladies, with those great big Frilly dresses.
They certainly did not take to kindly to a couple of 12 year olds with very muddy boots.
Bob