The annual tradition of hi-vis extras, hazard tape, a tent, temporary signage and a fleet of mixed traffic. The ubiquitous replacement bus and coach. An inadvertent brief tour of the city centre from the restricted view of upper deck ‘misted up’ windows. A woman sat behind confides to her friend about past alternative travel traumas. The tale of ending up at  ‘Winnersh Rectangle’ (sic), where they descended into (gallows) laughter. The less than permanent way…