Glasgow - odds&ends 60s/70s/80s - streapadair
The no. 24 to Baldernock Mill. A bit of a story here. 

I was out on a Saturday afternoon dauner in July 1976, from Cadder through to Balmore, on to Bardowie Loch, and then to Baldernock for a look at the kirk and the mill before heading for Milngavie and a train back to the city. All went without incident until I came across this GGPTE double-decker wedged in the tight bends near the mill. Behind the wheel was a lad of maybe 15 who had TWOC’d the bus from Maryhill Garage (which doesn’t say a lot for the security at the gate) and taken it for a run in the country. The occupier of the mill cottage was doing his best to guide him, but the bus soon got hopelessly stuck.  Surprisingly, the boy didn’t leg it (maybe walking home was a less attractive option than being arrested) but calmly waited for the police to come along, and a couple of hours (and several exasperated motorists) later the garage sent out a driver to recover their vehicle. Meanwhile I was invited into the cottage for a cuppa and was given a conducted tour of the mill by the occupier who, a joiner by trade, was in process of restoring it to working order.  I wish I could remember his name, as he and his wife were a lovely couple.

 The case went to the Sheriff Court and we were called as witnesses, but a guilty plea was entered at the last minute.

The no. 24 to Baldernock Mill. A bit of a story here.

I was out on a Saturday afternoon dauner in July 1976, from Cadder through to Balmore, on to Bardowie Loch, and then to Baldernock for a look at the kirk and the mill before heading for Milngavie and a train back to the city. All went without incident until I came across this GGPTE double-decker wedged in the tight bends near the mill. Behind the wheel was a lad of maybe 15 who had TWOC’d the bus from Maryhill Garage (which doesn’t say a lot for the security at the gate) and taken it for a run in the country. The occupier of the mill cottage was doing his best to guide him, but the bus soon got hopelessly stuck. Surprisingly, the boy didn’t leg it (maybe walking home was a less attractive option than being arrested) but calmly waited for the police to come along, and a couple of hours (and several exasperated motorists) later the garage sent out a driver to recover their vehicle. Meanwhile I was invited into the cottage for a cuppa and was given a conducted tour of the mill by the occupier who, a joiner by trade, was in process of restoring it to working order. I wish I could remember his name, as he and his wife were a lovely couple.

The case went to the Sheriff Court and we were called as witnesses, but a guilty plea was entered at the last minute.

Glasgow