The above picture will recall painful memories to many residents of Far Cotton of the tedious journey this ancient-looking one-horse vehicle used to make over the cobbles of Bridge Street. The old bus used to rock like a ship in distress, and it was almost impossible for the passengers to keep their seats. Certainly nobody was ever caught sleeping on the journey, although several travellers have been heard to declare that the old horse used to have forty winks at the terminus. All this has been changed, for the neglected suburb has now been linked up with the electric tramways, which we hope will serve Far Cotton better than they do the rest of the town. (Newspaper cutting from December 12th 1914)
