I WAS sharply reminded how good it was to be alive as my wife and I braved the strong winds and rain waiting for a bus to Newbiggin from Ashington bus station.
People huddled like penguins on an Arctic wasteland, teeth chattered, babies cried and big men shook, as everybody wondered why on earth there cannot be proper shelters, as we dutifully waited for the 1960s bus with the fierce clutch, that would be coming chugging round the corner, like a saviour out of the mist.
Thank you Arriva. Thank you council for thinking of us. Who are we? Why, we are the customer that keeps you going.
Is the money going to some high paid directive as a bonus instead of adequate shelters? Probably.
MR R BENNETT