The School Bus arrives in our tiny hamlet at 8.00 am every morning; there are three small girls (one of whom is my neighbour Sara) who await it. It then does a short tour of the village before dropping off its load in the nearby small 'town' where their school is situated.
At the moment it is still only semi daylight when the bus comes by.
One of my early morning dog walks takes me for 100 metres off grass, and along a road, and I often see the bus as it continues on its route.
Yesterday, for some reason, the driver had left the interior lights on, so as they went past (and I was walking beside the road, with Bok on his lead) I could see all the children on board.
I always wave to them, and yesterday I noticed that they were all wildly waving back. Normally without the interior being lit, I see nothing of this.
No doubt 10 year old Sara has told them all about her favourite dog, Bok, and has encouraged everyone to wave at him. It was a very heartwarming sight.
Sometimes I just love my little hamlet.
p.s. The recently planted, and ridiculously unnecessary 'School Bus Stop' sign is a an expensive blot on the landscape. A total waste of money, and very ugly; the children always knew exactly where to wait for the bus before they planted the stupid thing.
33 comments:
What a nice moment to see all the children waving.
I'd previously imagined that little Sara waved, but seeing about 8 or more of them all waving excitedly was quite something!
That is very sweet!
Greetings Maria x
We have some very nice local children at the moment.
You have a bus? Wow, no buses visit our little hamlet but there again we have no school age children.
That is so nice. Here we have too a school bus,with more children, no one is waving,tough children here.
In which case you're lucky not to have one of those eye-sore signs. Horrible things.
Most of the children here know Bok; he is a favourite, even amongst children who have their own dogs!
Light frost here this morning; more cold on the way.
Dogs are like people. Some are nicer than others. Bloggers seem to be nice people with nice dogs if Bok, Tess, and George are anything to go by. Not so sure about Winnie ;-)
You wouldn't want to sit in the back row of the cinema with Winnie!
Nice to know you and Bok are respected local figures! Would have really made my day!
Down a lane near my workshop, there was a lovely road sign dating from before the war. It was one of those black and white cast iron ones which last forever if they are just touched up with paint every few years. Except they don't last forever. It has been uprooted and replaced with a pressed plastic one as favoured by the rest of continental Europe. I should have listed it when I had the chance.
Sounds as though you probably have daft Health and Safety regulations there like we do here.
The road signs as described by Tom above have all been stolen around here, along with post boxes and manhole covers, oh and nearly forgot, the lead church roofs.
How sweet that the children waved at you and Bok! Sara sounds like a nice little girl.
I'm not sure about me, but Bok certainly is. His friend Sara has just been around to the house to see him.
The one above is totally pointless. Just a way of spending money on ugliness.
We do, and it can only get worse.
You have to tie everything down with heavy wire, but they just nick that too.
She's a sweetie; she's just been here.
A very nice way to start your day.
The children waving must have put a smile on your face. That's really nice.
It was indeed.
We 're lucky to have quite a few small children in the village, I just hope they stay when they're older.
I do agree about the school bus sign. In the far back days my girls and the neighborhood children waited at the corner of the next cross street. My neighbor, with a house on the lot on the corner, had a permanent, hard pack "base" on her corner.
It’s not even straight!
I don't suppose you would be surprised to know what planting such a simple sign costs. Nice that the kiddies wave to you and Bok.
Ever since they've had a school bus the children have waited at the prescribed place without any confusion. Someone somewhere must have thought that they might forget where to stand.
It may even fall down.... quite soon!
We estimated that each one ended-up costing around €1,000; if not more!
I believe that.
Our village is at the end of the bus line. The bus only runs to us at 6am on Monday mornings to take the lycée kids to Limoges for the week, and returns on Friday night at 7.45. Even now, when the bus goes past the house on a Friday night, I feel a surge of expectation and motherly love, but as the kids are now all grown up in their twenties, no-one gets off for us anymore! :(
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