Bus stops here
• I have always had a soft spot for the unheralded bus driver.
Alone in his cab, he ferries passengers but without the status and glamour of the airline or ship captain. All bear the living souls of mankind but all do not get that acknowledgement.
My late father drove the Blacksod/Ballina bus for nigh on 30 years. Often he was the last known friend to the departing young and old emigrant. Equally, he was the first recognisable face on the happy journey home.