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This morning, I stepped aboard my trusty companion — the Old Routemaster, Bus 168 via Waterloo — a true London veteran. Its red paint gleamed with pride, its seats murmured stories from decades of journeys, and the gentle sway as we pulled away felt like I was already moving through time.
From my perch on the top deck, the city opened like a theatre set: Waterloo Bridge with its sweep of silver water, the dome of St Paul’s peeking in the distance, the traffic keeping its perfectly imperfect London rhythm. The 168 seemed to know its route by heart, carrying me like an old friend towards Bloomsbury.
And there it was: the British Museum, stately and serene, as though it had been waiting just for me. Inside, history pressed close — the Rosetta Stone nodding knowingly, the mummies wrapped in quiet dignity, the Parthenon marbles glowing softly in their white light. It felt like holding a passport to every century at once.
By the time the Routemaster carried me home, my mind was heavy with centuries and my heart light with wonder. Some days in London, you don’t just travel through the city — you travel through time.
https://www.britishmuseum.org/
VISIT AMAZON to buy Beatrice and the London Bus books volume 1, Vol 2 – The Secrets of London
, Vol 3- The Conquest of London, the London Map Colouring book.
