Yellow Buses - Bournemouth Town Centre Re-routing

Bournemouth Town Centre Re-routing

In September 2002, Yellow Buses decided to use Old Christchurch Road for most outbound journeys, but use Bath Road for inbound journeys. Buses in both directions in the evenings and on Sundays, however, used Bath Road. The poster to the right illustrates the changes. Services unaffected by this re-routing were 22 and 69, which used Hinton Road and Bath Road all day, every day.

Some years later, Yellow Buses decided to change some town centre routing further. This managed to confuse some of its drivers. It included buses towards Lansdowne operating via Old Christchurch Road each day (except for routes 22 and 69, as above), including Sundays, and then all buses towards Lansdowne using Hinton Road and Bath Road after 6.00 pm.

During both these periods, outbound Charminster Road Buses (31/32/35) avoided Old Christchurch Road on evenings and Sundays by using the Bourne Avenue side of The Square.

This was changed slightly again when Transdev carried out their Big Network Change of July 2006, so that all buses towards Lansdowne before 6.00 pm operated via Old Christchurch Road. From 22 July 2007, all buses towards Lansdowne before 8.00 pm now operate via Old Christchurch Road.

The end of September 2009 saw a minor change to the town centre re-routing with all Route 6 buses running via Hinton Road and Bath Road instead of Old Christchurch Road all day.


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