Armed with all this information I stand at the bus stop from 10:33 to 10:59 waiting for a bus which was due at 10:40. It would seem that no matter how much technology you have busses are stll late.
Adding insult to this I am nearly mown down by the thing when it finally arrived. Screeching to a halt 20 meters past the stop I climb aboard to be told “sorry I didn’t see you there” the there being the bus stop and me being the guy waving frantically but whatever I am now on my way.
Uxbridge seems to be fairly modern and very busy. I have been living in the countryside for a while now and have become unaccustomed to large group’s of people, also every other shop seemed to sell mobile phones.
This along with the public houses (bars) seems to be the main but not the only source of enterprise for the town.
They also have a “Greggs” which if you are English would make you smile. One cheese and onion pastie later I am looking for a drink and order a white coffee only for the Barista to repeat my order back to me and add “do you want milk with that”. Not sure what they usually use to whiten their coffee and not sure I want to either.
Shopping done I return on the same bus I arrived on which has a schedule of travel every 30 minutes but turns up when it wants to.