the Bus to Imber rides again
Here, you'll find few "record" shots of the Imberbus
running day of 3rd September 2011. Rather, there follows some of the
more unusual shots of the event.
On several sixties & early seventies Sundays a year, my father
would take my mother and me from Stroud to Poole. Poole, so my
mother could visit her brothers, sister and her own mother. Sundays,
because my father worked all day Saturday. Our steed was a difficult
to start, second-hand, two-tone green two door Mk I Ford Cortina
1500 Super AAD 547B.
En route, we'd make just one stop, at Warminster, for long
enough to stretch legs, so to speak. That was my only contact with
the town, till yesterday. And, some 40 years on, the subterranean
public lavatories, the reason for our stop, were still there.
Occasionally, my parents would divert via nearby Westbury to see
the famous White Horse. They'd remark that much of the adjacent
Salisbury Plain was abandoned to the army, for training. I had
boyishly vivid images of war, blood, heroism and exploits &
achievements against an enemy I didn't know or understand. I
wondered what it might be like to stray upon the forbidden land
where tanks rumbled and officers barked orders between the clack of