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I have been interested in buses from around 1948 when I was only three years old, living in Hastings. At that time, my father worked in London, and only came home at weekends; each Friday my mother would take me and my younger sister on the Maidstone and District bus to Robertsbridge Station, where we boarded the train my father was travelling on, and accompanied him back to Hastings.
Occasionally during the week, my mother would take us for a ride "all the way round" on the 76 circular route from the Hastings Memorial, via Silverhill, and back. It only took half an hour, but seemed quite an adventure. Sometimes, for a change, my grandmother would take me on a trolleybus to Cooden Beach and back, and my early childish drawings distinguished between the 76 bus and a trolleybus, with the latter having wheels on the roof as well as on…
