Down the cobbled road to Pye Nest,
through the soot black streets,
past granite houses, comes Great Aunt Betty.
She trip traps down the passage
conductor's leather bag bulging with coins;
silver sixpences and brass threepenny bits.
Uniformed green and grey
signifying Calder and Hebble buses
and journeys up the Ribble Valley
below Heptonstall, through Hebden Bridge,
by granite mills flanked on either side.
And I journey with her to the last stop.