Showing posts with label Lothian Buses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lothian Buses. Show all posts
Sunday, 25 September 2011
Travelling on Buses
The regular reader of my ramblings - Mrs Trellis of North Wales - may look at the title of this post and think 'oh no, not another diatribe against Worst Group' (rants passim) As anyone from Edinburgh will point out by looking at the accompanying photograph, this particular posting is about the other bus company in Scotland's glorious capital city - Lothian Buses, the one that actually does care about people who use public transport.
I was on one of Lothian's spanking new buses the other day - what they're calling a Hybrid bus. Apparently it is cleaner, quieter and smoother than other buses,will cut the carbon footprint of the daily commute and is more efficient, more environmentally friendly and quieter. And, I have to say, I was impressed. It's also a talking bus - a recorded announcement is made for each stop along the route (the next stop is...York Place) and there is a small screen that displays how long it will be until certain destinations are reached. As if this wasn't enough, there is also free wi-fi access which, if rolled out to other bus routes such as Edinburgh to Dalkeith, will be a boon on the long journey trying to ignore screaming kids, drunks, loud students and annoying adolescents...
It's another sign of life in the 21st century. As a child growing up in Aberdeen, I was used to some ramshackle old buses as I made my way to school in the early 1970s. People still smoked on buses forty years ago, the only concession (if you'll pardon the pun) was that one had to sit upstairs if one wished to puff on a cigarette. Thus, the roof of the top deck of an Aberdeen bus invariably became brown coloured through years of cigarette smoke. Conductors were slowly disappearing from the scene in the 1970s but there was something reassuring about a man with a peaked cap coming to collect your fare and rummaging in his black satchel for change before handing you your ticket. On occasion he would, rather like today's Hybrid bus, tell you where the next stop was, although bawling 'Come on, get aff' tended to confuse non Scots visitors to the Granite City...
That brilliant singer/songwriter Paul Weller used to sing about 'travelling on buses' on The Jam's classic number That's Entertainment. Well done to Lothian Buses for at least trying to make public transport an enjoyable rather than just a necessary experience for many.
Now, I can't post about public transport without having a pop at First Bus. While Lothian Buses are going the extra mile, First Bus have done the exact opposite in the area I live. They've amended the bus route meaning my bus-using neighbours and I now need to walk half a mile to catch the nearest First Service 86. Alternatively, we can walk a few yards and catch a Lothian Bus which will be clean, on time and reliable. While the Worst Group buses are now running half empty.
As Lothian Buses will tell you with some degree of accuracy - they're streets ahead in Edinburgh...
Wednesday, 2 September 2009
Real Time
Ambling my way through Edinburgh's near deserted Cameron Toll Shopping Centre at 8.40 this morning, contemplating another fun-filled day at the office, I looked up at the rather impressive electronic board above the exit. This technological wizardry listed all the Lothian buses serving the shopping centre, where to get them and how long they would be (I can hear the smart-arses among you saying 'about twelve feet')
Impressed though I was with this information, there was one service which has a little asterisk next to it with the disclaimer 'this is not a real time bus'.
I contemplated that statement for a moment. What did they mean by that, I wondered? Had Edinburgh been taken over by aliens overnight and we were now travelling back in time? As we commemorate the 70th year since the outbreak of World War Two, were we heading back to the times of the blitz? Or further back to a period when Hibernian last won the Scottish Cup? Or even further back to when Adullamite was a child? Was this bus a figment of imagination? Would it ever appear in real life? Then it struck me (the answer, not the bus)
Edinburgh's Lothian Buses operate a bus tracker system where you can see an electronic display at many bus stops in the city centre which advises how long the next service will be. The bus that 'wasn't a real time bus' must have been an older vehicle that did not have the technology fitted. Therefore, one would have to resort to old fashioned methods and consult the timetable. I should point out that only Lothian Buses use this technology as they appear to put the needs of their passengers above all else. Worst Group (Rants passim) don't bother with such ethos although it's rumoured they are replacing their timetables with a calendar...
However, it got me thinking about the proposed high speed rail link between Edinburgh/Glasgow and London which was announced last week. With trains travelling at 200 miles per hour it's envisaged the journey times between Scotland and the old smoke will be cut to little over two and a half hours - by the year 2030...
I harbour suspicions that - particularly if Worst Group are given the franchise - will never be a real time train...
Saturday, 4 July 2009
Time Marches On
It is, perhaps, a small consolation in the daily grind that is life but going to work next week should be a wee bit less stressful than normal. Going to the office that is - once I get there it will be as manic as ever. But the daily commute through Edinburgh's ever increasing network of roadworks, diversions and general mayhem should be a wee bit easier for one particular reason - the school holidays have started.
Travelling, as I do, on public transport it will be a considerable relief not having to put up with snotty-nosed, screaming, hugely irritating kids whose meaning for existence appears to be to make as much noise and cause as much annoyance to the rest of us as possible. Friday was already much quieter, probably because as well as the brats - sorry, loveable children - starting their six weeks away from school it marked the beginning of the Edinburgh Trades Fortnight. This is a tradition, as with other Scottish cities, where trades people - and, indeed non-trades workers - take a fortnight off from work to enjoy the summer. So my journey to work next week should be quicker than it usually is as long as the normally reliable Lothian Buses keep to their timetables and not decide to leave five minutes early...
But we live in an age where no one appears to want to stand still and enjoy the moment. As I passed through the Cameron Toll Shopping Centre on the way to work last week, BHS clothes shop had a giant poster on its display window which screamed BACK TO SCHOOL!
Back to school? The blighters hadn't even began their holidays yet! Where did the summer go? On the first day of July, I received my copy of the excellent FourFourTwo football magazine - the August edition. What happened to July? Ah, I remember - I got that edition in June. A quick flick through the latest issue tells me the September edition will be on sale on 1 August.
September? Three months before Christmas...Where the hell did 2009 go???
Travelling, as I do, on public transport it will be a considerable relief not having to put up with snotty-nosed, screaming, hugely irritating kids whose meaning for existence appears to be to make as much noise and cause as much annoyance to the rest of us as possible. Friday was already much quieter, probably because as well as the brats - sorry, loveable children - starting their six weeks away from school it marked the beginning of the Edinburgh Trades Fortnight. This is a tradition, as with other Scottish cities, where trades people - and, indeed non-trades workers - take a fortnight off from work to enjoy the summer. So my journey to work next week should be quicker than it usually is as long as the normally reliable Lothian Buses keep to their timetables and not decide to leave five minutes early...
But we live in an age where no one appears to want to stand still and enjoy the moment. As I passed through the Cameron Toll Shopping Centre on the way to work last week, BHS clothes shop had a giant poster on its display window which screamed BACK TO SCHOOL!
Back to school? The blighters hadn't even began their holidays yet! Where did the summer go? On the first day of July, I received my copy of the excellent FourFourTwo football magazine - the August edition. What happened to July? Ah, I remember - I got that edition in June. A quick flick through the latest issue tells me the September edition will be on sale on 1 August.
September? Three months before Christmas...Where the hell did 2009 go???
Thursday, 7 August 2008
Grinding to a Halt
I love Edinburgh. It's a fantastic, vibrant, beautiful city and I'm proud to live here. But there is one drawback. Whenever something happens on the city by-pass, chaos ensues.
We've had two days of non-stop rain in Scotland's capital city. Now Scotland should be used to rain, even in August. In fact, particularly in August. You can stick your mortgage on the fact that when the Edinburgh Festival begins there will be heavy rain at some point during the three weeks. But the rainfall in the past forty-eight hours has obviously been too much for the city by-pass. There was flooding in parts of it this morning and at one point the road had to be closed. And, dear reader, you know what's coming next.
Traffic on the south side of the city ground to a halt. I work for an organisation which has flexi-time and I opted - foolishly as it turned out - to head for the slave galley (sorry, office) a bit later than usual. I left my house at 8.45 for the usually efficient Lothian Bus Service 3 from Mayfield. I arrived at the office just a few miles away at 11.40. Nearly three bloody hours to travel ten miles.
The knock-on effect from the partial closure of the by-pass was horrendous. There was a long, snaking queue of traffic all the way from the by-pass to Dalkeith where it just simply stopped. Nothing moved for the best part of half an hour and then eventually it inched its way along towards the south side of Edinburgh. When I got to the office, sarcastic cheers greeted my arrival. It was damn near lunch time. Two hours of my life had been given away to the nightmare of trying to travel from A to B in Scotland's capital city.
Can the city fathers do anything about it? Will they do anything about it?
Sadly, I fear not....
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