In your print edition, Oliver Wainwright describes Preston bus station, opened in 1969, as “a gleaming monument to the days when bus travel was as thrilling as space flight” (Four of Britain’s brutalist gems, 18 January). Clearly he never had to wait for hours back then in that soulless, draughty hangar of misery, on a cold, dark, rainy Monday evening in November, for the Ribble bus that never came.
Mark Seacombe
Pucklechurch, South Gloucestershire
• In a letter (17 January), I misread the line “Writing in the dark with a pencil is challenging for obvious reasons, but I see it as an opportunity to dial up the ambience” as “... an opportunity to dial up the ambulance”. Heaven knows the mischief one can get up to, using a sharpened pencil in the dark.
Jennifer Leach
Norwich
