My Travel Blog

Hello, I am Irene and at last I am coming to grips with my Windows 8 new computer and would like to introduce to you my new blog. I’m covering my travels through using my free bus pass. By writing up a blog, I hope it will motivate you, the readers, to take up the bus-pass travel bug, or alternatively, if you don’t have a bus pass, give the buses a try anyway. It might get you somewhere slightly slower than a car. But think of the hassle-free journey you will be making, and enjoying the scenery, apart from the fact that you will not need to search for a parking space at your destination, and no car park tickets needed.

My home town, Swindon, has a fantastic bus service and you can cover miles in comfort, and once you arrive, all the world is there for you to savour. You can explore, sit and have a coffee, even find a lazy river and watch it ripple downstream. Give it a try, and you will quickly get hooked on the adventure.

Blog 1 – Shrivenham

I stood at my window, thinking should I? – shouldn’t I? as I watched the rain pour down. Should I won, so I caught my usual No 13 into Swindon, then I crossed to the Bus Station to catch the No. 66 to Oxford. This bus route runs every half an hour to Oxford, and every half an hour back. My journey though was to Shrivenham, which took just about 15 minutes. I got off at the Village Hall stop, which was my first destination in Shrivenham. I chose Tuesday as that is the day that the Shrivenham Heritage Centre is open in the mornings and I met some of the volunteers that keep the Heritage Centre going. David Pratt, talked to me about Shrivenham and the background of the Memorial Hall, which was donated to the village by the Viscountess Barrington. On my way out he showed me around the Hall. It is indeed spectacular and as I found out later, it was opened in the summer of 1926 by HRH Princess Beatrice, daughter of Queen Victoria. The Hall has a fine hammerbeam ceiling, and is said to be a copy of that at St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle, so it is really worthy of a visit.

I left the Hall in brilliant sunshine, and walked to the Post Office where I bought a news booklet and exchanged a friendly word with the lady behind the counter. I found the stocks not too far away, and sat on the bench and pondered the fates of by-gone felons. What crimes had they committed, to warrant being shackled in this way, and having all sorts of missiles descend upon them? Would they be recognised as crimes today?

Shrivenham Village is adorned with thatched cottages, has the rather picturesque church of St Andrews tucked away, a canal (Wilts and Berks), in the process of being restored, trying to head towards Longcot and on to Wantage, and is steeped in history dating back to 400 BC. It offers many walks, including a circular walk, for which there is a well presented leaflet.