For previous services 60A and 380 see yesterday's blog (read again)
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the service 4 drew up there
Unwontedly. It was mid June.
The brakes hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
At the bare bus stop. What I saw
Was just the stop -- only the name
No meadowsweet, no haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.
And for that minute a JCB roared
Close by, and round it, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the builders
Were toiling in lovely Devonshire.