Showing posts with label Coach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Coach. Show all posts

Tuesday, 17 August 2010

Bonded Coach Holidays

If you are concerned that you or someone you know has paid for a holiday with McColl's at either The Sherwood in Torquay or at Dunoon then here is what I hope will be helpful information.

On the still active McColl's Hotels web page there is a section which gives 10 reasons to book with McColl's. One of the reasons given is the holiday is protected by the Bonded Coach Holiday scheme. I can also remember reading in, I think, either the Dunoon Observer or the Argyll News that McColl's were covered by the BCH.

To contact BCH either click on the above link or by phone on 0207 240 31 31.

Saturday, 5 January 2008

What is the difference between a coach and a bus?

Well I was going to say that buses can stop at bus stops but coaches can't. But if the coach gets there first then I guess it's coaches can stop on bus stops but then the bus has to stop 20 yards up the road and the poor passengers have to take a walk. What made this little exercise not only a nuisance but frustrating was the fact that behind the coach is 200 yards of free, on the road parking, completely empty.

Day off tomorrow and if it doesn't rain too much I may go and watch the Torquay Athletic Rugby Under 10 s team, sponsored by Stagecoach in Devon. I haven't seen them play much this season and they aren't winning quite as many games as they did last year. They should be playing Ivybridge and the coach, one of our drivers, (the board have every confidence in him) say it is a game they can win.

Tuesday, 20 February 2007

Coaches on Bus Stops


If you go on a coach holiday and want to get left behind when the coach comes to pick you up from some out of the way tourist attraction in the middle of a blizzard in the middle of Dartmoor with the nearest taxi rank a ten mile walk away then call the driver of your coach a BUS DIVER.
Try it some time, maybe he will beat you half to death with his coach drivers manual or tell you all the toilets are closed when you really need a pee; and then drive past 10 motor way service stations saying, "Sorry, don't like the food there. The one in 200 miles is much nicer."
But isn't wonderful how they suddenly become bus drivers when they need to park some where in the centre of town and all that is available is a bus stop?