The bus missed

I was in a rush to get into town yesterday for a flickr meet. As I walked around the corner towards the bus stop at the end of the road I could see the 11A at the stop and realised that there was no way I could get to it in time so I had to wait 20 minutes until the next bus. That was fine because I was able to grab breakfast in the local Spar.

40 minutes later I was on the next bus turned onto Dame St and I caught up with that 11A I had missed.
Sometimes it's best to miss the bus, both as a passenger and as a Toyota Yaris.