Fortunate Friday

On Friday, I travelled to the South of England on the train. I did not achieve any good spots on the train at all, but once I reached Hayes (a small uninteresting town which is nearer to London than Slough is) things improved hugely. Just 100 yards or so from the station was a 62 parked outside a curry house. I don't know whether its owner was inside having a curry or not - since it was only 1648, I would guess that they weren't. Pre five o-clock is a little early for curry.

I now needed a 63. I'd have settled for just one of them, but whilst a little taxi was taking me to my hotel I saw two (yes, two!) parked in Printing House Lane - a road near Hayes town centre. And then a third (yes, third!) one a couple of minutes later at around five minutes past five. I saw a fourth one later too. This was already shaping up to be a great day!

I arrived at the hotel slightly early and couldn't easily check in until the others arrived, so whilst waiting I stood at the side of the Uxbridge Road, lent on a barrier and watched the cars roll by. Quite a busy road, but I got 64 at 1736 and 65 five minutes later. I could have happily stood there all day watching the vehicles pass by me one by one (or sometimes three by three). It almost felt like cheating. But it wasn't. It's not even like I was waiting there with the sole purpose of spotting number plates, as I really was waiting for people. And standing by a road for hours watching the cars is an acceptable method anyway! Just possibly also a sign of slight madness.