Talk:Woburn, Bedfordshire
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In wartime there was some secret work done in Woburn, possibly connected with Bletchley Park.
I'm not sure if this is encyclopedic material, but the shops and restaurants cater more effectively for tourists than for residents. There is only one general store which sells a restricted range of goods. Many residents shop at supermarkets out of the town.
The village is served a few times a day by the number 10 bus whose termini are Milton Keynes and Leighton Buzzard. It does not run on Sundays.
There is a school (presumably primary) and a swimming-pool. The general store is also a post-office.
[edit] Legends of mad men and Hillbillies
I've just removed the following text, please accept my apologies if this is actually true and you are mortally offended :) but it's unreferenced. I put it here (rather than simply deleting) because it is vaguely funny. Chris Bradshaw 14:52, 14 March 2007 (UTC)
Woburn has many legends about it and its infamous bench from innocent travellers. Many of these travellers are said to have never escaped the wrath of ‘W’ also known as Woburn. The village store that it has, which owned by one man, who is nearly the entire population of ‘W’, is said to only sell few food products, only enough for people to live off, only to peril due to the wrath of the bench. Legend says that even to this day, they are skeletons in the phone boxes, of those who spent their last breath, in an attempt to get help, though none would ever come. In this small village, are some houses, at first these are very attractive, little cottages. But from closer inspection, they have no doors, and in them, live mad-men, who will come at innocent travellers with pitchforks and torches. Legend has it, that the only people, who have ever left ‘W’ alive, went there in search of food, after travelling the country. Not only here did they not find food, but barely escaped with their lives. After numerous attempts to call for help, eventually a swat truck came. Just in time, the group of innocent travellers managed to get in, whilst the hillbillies chased after them, pitch forks in hand.