“Free coffee and tea inside!” I mopped sweat from my eyes and read the Bradenham church sign with delight. The door creaked open and a chorus of crows erupted in response, their “kau-kaus” reverberating across each stained-glass window. I ploughed towards the refreshments, deciding that if I was going to meet my end via the beak of a crow, it might as well be while scoffing down a custard cream.
This was day two travelling the UK by local bus. I had set myself the task of not using trains, coaches or cars, leaving myself just the local bus networks to get around. A trip that would be a test for both my own patience and the transport that so many in the UK rely on on a daily basis.
