Back in the fresh, hope-filled days of May the excellent English Buildings blog had a post on an exquisite bus shelter in Worcestershire. You can see it here. I had been meaning for quite a while to photograph a nearby bus shelter that is anything but exquisite but is rather more functional being a repository for death notices, local dance hall posters and a decades old declaration of love for Laura. Anyway, snapped as I passed by this morning on the way to the post office to send a couple of letters to Blighty (queueing time: 12 mins; processing time: 4 mins, a sort of record hereabouts given that I was the only other person in the queue).
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Oh dear. That would be right at home on some nasty English council house estate...sans Italian of course!
Oddly enough, stripped of the graffito and given a coat of cream paint and a blue roof, this wouldn't actually be that bad a shelter. There's something quite moderne about it.
You can just hear them way back (perhaps even before Laura's salad days) saying, 'Let's give them concrete, for it is the material of the future.' And up it optimistically goes, all pale and modern, only to turn grey and graffiti-ridden like a million concrete houses, shelters, and shops. I hope Laura is better preserved.
The real test of a good bus shelter is, of course, just how well they serve as overnight accomodation. I fear the concrete bench may be a little harsh, requiring, perhaps, more news paper than one could reasonably expect to be carrying. The addition of a little valance over the opening would improve things a lot and reduce the floor area rendered unusable through driving rain. Things could be improved, compromises made - but it would all be so much simpler, comfortable, flexible and better insulated against the elements in wood.
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