This beauty and her friends arrived in Edinburgh at the end of the war and with a subtle change of body survived into the 60's. I do not recall seeing this type but I often used them in the new body shape. I believe these were 'Guy Arab' buses. Our bus, and there was only one, was a single decker with the open door at the back. Unfortunately no picture in Edinburgh colours can be found online tonight. The conductor was a 'Pole' we were told, although he may well have been from the Baltic States, as many of these men remained safely in Scotland after the war. Those who went home were shot by Stalin! This single decker came over the bridge up the road, collected passengers as it trundled noisily along, and after we alighted it turned a corner and parked up, a journey of ten minutes at most. A short rest and the bus returned back from where it began, on the other side of that bridge. I used to wonder why we got the same conductor so often, these two were the only men on the bus, and traveled up and down all day! This lasted about two years before the service was extended. By 1960 the journey was a wide circle tour of Edinburgh taking in a huge swathe of the city.
'The Edinburgh Reporter,' is something I have just come across. Their story concerning the bus depot is the type of daft thing hat I would be interested in viewing, had I been in Scotia's capital. Sadly I sit in poverty in a cold room awaiting a rainbow to arrive outside my window with a pot of gold at the bottom of it. The only time I ever saw the bottom of a rainbow I discovered there was no pot of gold awaiting me. Instead there was just a run down bus shelter, and that was not worth awaiting for!