Boswell's Bus Pass (2013)
“Johnson recalled, ‘The night came on while we had yet a great part of the way to go though not so dark, but that we could discern the cataracts which poured down the hills, on one side, and fell into one general channel that ran with great violence on the other. The wind was loud, the rain was heavy, and the whistling of the blast, the fall of the shower, the rush of the cataracts, and the roar of the torrent, made a nobler chorus of the rough musick of nature than it had ever been my chance to... hear before.’David’s stint of supply teaching had finished and despite his best efforts he had failed to conjure sufficient reasons why he shouldn’t travel with me from Oban to Glasgow.The weather looked fine from the window of the bus to Taynuilt. The journey passed without incident or interest until it came to getting off the bus. I approached the driver confident that my hovering presence would remind him that we would like him to stop when it was safe to do so. This was, after all, the established etiquette for the journey so far.MoreLess
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