It was like Swan Lake with buses – at least that was my interpretation of weekend York. I had just returned from a gruelling journey by rail from Cardiff and had experienced two train breakdowns, one route change and one suicide.

That, however, was a piece of cake in comparison once I had arrived back in York.

The traffic mayhem that appeared to swirl around York station was unbelievable.

Everywhere I looked were buses heading in opposite directions to where their destinations dictated.

After a long wait, I left the angry horns and commuter frustrations behind and walked home.

Serenity awaited me behind closed doors!

Phil Shepherdson, Chantry Close, Woodthorpe, York.