AM: A1, 41 minutes. School holidays, light traffic despite the rain, jovial driver. All bus journeys should be like this.

PM: C6, 92* minutes. 87 didn't turn up, indeed no buses turned up, and after half an hour waiting in a freezing wind, I walked down to the 6000-yard point and experimentally caught a 46 into town. Wasted ten minutes waiting at the wrong-direction 56 stop, realised my mistake and walked along to the 3100-yard point, from where a 56 soon took me home. The whole journey took quarter of an hour longer than it would have done to walk.
Worst. Journey. Ever.