I had just left Jamie off at nursery yesterday morning and was standing at a junction waiting to cross the road to catch my train to work.
And what did I see travelling along Guiseley main street?
A bus?
Well, yes. But not just any bus.
No, it was an Ulsterbus. Probably made in Ballymena.
I've never seen an alien spacecraft, but the feeling would not have been any more surreal had one performed a fly past at that very same moment.
If only I could persuade my friend Clare to bring the Railway Arms, Northern Ireland's - nay, the world's - greatest pub over to Yorkshire once in a while too.
