My favourite bus route is the 38. It snakes through the grubby, affluent and tourist stretches of London adeptly depositing the assorted passengers along the way. I like the way that people from all walks of life are huddled together in this roving red tin can for a while.
I glean stacks of inspiration on the buses.
The melting scenery, the exposed emotions of fellow passengers, the remnants that people abandon on their seats. I’ve taken in a great many stories on the buses.