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I tried to catch a bus at Weymouth station recently before I realised that Weymouth station is a Bermuda Triangle for buses – whenever they get close, they seem to mysteriously disappear.

Weary travellers with heavy bags have to make their way to Debenhams or the King’s Statue or some other random location.

It’s as if the soon-to-be-extinct Condor Ferries were forced to moor two metres from the jetty and cars invited to jump the gap.

The ludicrous situation at the station is either Weymouth’s answer to the obesity epidemic or a conspiracy by Weymouth’s taxi drivers.

Not having buses meet the trains has to be a world first in idiocy.

When the sidings were redeveloped into the Jubilee Retail Park the planners clearly didn’t think this was a perfect opportunity to develop an integrated rail/bus station.

Rather they thought that the priority for weary travellers with heavy bags arriving or leaving the staion was to buy grout in a DIY warehouse or have an exhaust fitted, very quickly, to their car.

After a short visit I flew back to civilisation with my Dutch wife.

For not much longer than it took us to get from Weymouth station to my mother’s house, no more than 5km away, my wife and I got from the seat of our plane at Schiphol airport to our house on the other side of Amsterdam – involving a long walk through customs and immigration, a 40km train ride from the airport and a short bus ride from our local station.

My wife calls the UK ‘museumland’.

That's putting it mildly.

Steve White Almere Holland