Scotland? S'rubbish!

I've just spent three days travelling to, being in, driving around and returning from Scotland. I didn't get a single number plate. This may be linked to the way I kept closing my eyes from time to time due to being sleepy. But still, it's really unfair.

I got a 164 yesterday though, once I was back. It was in the Leeman Road car park after work.

7 Songs. No, not songs. Cars

157 Fri 22 July, 1350 taxi on Lendal bridge
158 Mon 01 August, 1000, Huddersfield near the station
159 Mon 01 August, 1330, top of Phoneix Boulevard
160 Mon 07 August, 0820, also at the top of Phoenix Boulevard!
161 Thu 11 August, 1720, outside York train station
162 Fri 12 August, 2030, outside the K. Curry Centre in Sheffield
163 Mon 15 August, 1900, in that estate on the way to dancing

Between the 157 and the 158 listed above, I rafted down America's Grand Canyon. I thought it would be great, but it wasn't - there wasn't a single bloody car anywhere in it! Not even any American ones, not that they'd have been any use. Bally natural wonders of the world.