Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall,
Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all,
Stood up on the gas pedal, and caressed the gear,
Called my lorry his pet-name, my rig without peer;
Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good,
Till at length into Aix the truck thundered then stood.
And all I remember is, friends flocking round
As I sat with his keys ’twixt my knees on the ground;
And no voice but was praising this lorry of mine,
As I poured in his tank, litres one ninety nine
Which (the customers voted by common consent)
Was no more than his due who brought goods from Kent.
... and up the slopes above the lake that culminate in the Tour de L'Angle Est that overlooks the town and lake at a height of 1,562m (5,124ft).
The western shore of the lake is narrower as the mountains along its edge are closer to the lakeshore, although lower than those on the eastern side. The lake drains out of its northern end into the Rhone river about 5km to the north. Aix-les-Bains is situated in the hilly country of the Bugey that makes up the foothills of the Alps and also forms part of the lower western extension of the Jura Mountains.
But, let's begin at the beginning.
Similar to Scotrail, then, the brand remains constant whoever wins the contract to run the network. There are many who believe such a scheme would be the best way of delivering public transport in this country. Sadly the "many" does not include the bus opertors or, apparently, the government if developments in Sheffield are typical.
So tomorrow we look at the network and its publicity in more detail.