A cri de coeur from Unst in Shetland. Bobby Macaulay, aged seven, writes to the local paper about the bus shelter where he, his brother and a friend used to leave their bikes and take the school bus.
Two months ago “some men came and took it away. I cried because I liked it a lot. But everybody said that we would get a new red bus shelter, even the policeman Harry. But we still don’t have a bus shelter and there is nowhere to put our bikes and shelter when it is windy and raining.”
