BOWENS. Yes, this is front page news in the Tamworth HERALD Newspaper this week. 133 jobs lost locally. The true integrity of the staff however, has been shown in that, despite not having been paid for some time, drivers are working for free to honour contracts with the public.
Again ... the reason for failure HAS to be put, fairly & squarely at the feet of the avaricious Financial Sector, supported by self-serving politicians. They have driven fuel costs up by either playing the Futures market or putting excessive levels of Tax on Derv, etc., that running vehicles becomes prohibitive. We, the public, are hit by having to find more money from less income for day to day living costs, and so, Coach Trips, like many other luxuries, are sacrificed.
But ... back to Bowens. I remember the Cotterills Lane site, as, in my Teenage years I was one of a group (gang?) of Motorcyclists who rode around the North of B'ham. Many of my friends lived in Alum Rock, Stetchford, Castle Brom, Castle Vale, Sutton, etc., We drank in various pubs over the 1970 - 1980's period. One of which from about 1976 onwards was the Wagon & Horses in Adderley St. A regular here was Len, an elderly gentleman, (65+) and he deserved that title, who had a 500cc Velocette Venom. He was, I think, a Coach cleaner and ferry driver for Bowens, having been a Driver during his working life. Twice a year, we used to go on a coach trip. The Bike Show at Earls Court and Blackpool lights. This gentleman would arrange and drive a coach for us. As you can guess, with 40 or so young Motorcyclists, it was a raucous, boozy affair on the way back. But it never fazed Len, How he threw that big vehicle around the side streets in London, or dealt with snails pace traffic along the Golden Mile, without the slightest worry was incredible. One night,after the Earls Court trip, a series of serious Fog related accidents on the M.1 lead to us crawling from the start of the Motorway for over 20 miles. From about Midnight until 2am we crept along to the merry sounds from the back seats of "Stop the 'Bus we want a Wee-Wee!" This soon died as many went to sleep. I stayed awake, talking to Len as we surveyed the carnage in front of us. The sight of so many separate accidents, with cars in flames and bodies on the carriageway was like a scene from Dante's Inferno. We arrived back at the 'Wagon' at about 5.30am, unloaded all the empty Beer crates, Road Cones & Signs that had, mysteriously got onto the Coach, and returned home. Len had another hour to go still, he had to clean and sort the Coach before he went home.
When he died in the mid 80's, we went to his funeral, and helped his widow get a good price for his Motorcycles as she was being fleeced by a local Dealer, (who shall remain nameless as he's still around).
Bowens was, both to us then, and to subsequent groups that I've been associated with, (Youth Clubs, OAP Clubs,) a very good and trustworthy organization. A great pity to lose both them and another part of my (our?) local history.