The summer evenings were enlivened by the appearance of a long procession of luxury coaches. These came up from Bournemouth loaded with emmets (holidaymakers) enjoying a "mystery" tour through the Stour Valley.
The coaches, belonging to a variety of operators, were of many colours, which further brightened up the evening. Some had fabulous "fins" on the back roof, like some sea creature. All looked very swish and posh.
"Charlie's Cars" is one of the names that sticks in the mind, as does "Shamrock and Rambler", "Excelsior" and "Royal Blue".
To add to the experience of the trippers, we lads would ham it up by acting the typical country boys, complete with grass-stalk in mouth, and wellies, like real yokels, which I suppose, we were...
I now wonder what the hell they thought as the classy coach made its way through the village...maybe they thought it truly authentic, and wrote it all down on postcards.
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