Last time I changed cars I got one that's a rather uncommon colour, because it was an ex-showroom display bargain, not what I would have chosen otherwise. The unexpected benefit is that it's easy to find in a car park full of mostly black, white, grey, silver, red and blue.
Doncaster, South Yorkshire. Soil type: sandy, well-drained
Always park in the same or nearby spot in a supermarket car park.
Sound advice but there is a potential additional hazard, based on my ex SIL's experience, when she made careful note of the level she'd parked on in a multistorey car park, went back - no car. Checked the level above and below - no car. Called the police - this is some time ago so they actually did turn up. Turned out, after some careful interrogation by the police officer, she'd actually parked in the other multi-storey car park in the town. So always park in the same space and always make a point of remembering which supermarket car park you're in.
Gardening on the edge of Exmoor, in Devon
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
Yes indeed. That happened to me in a car park in Inverness where each side of the car park is on different sides of the road. The one next to M&S for anyone who knows the place. Same level, same colour zone, no car. It's heart stopping moment.
Bluewater is the same. We had an old banger at the time and couldn't understand why anyone would nick it. We got to the stage of wondering how on earth we were going to get home - bus to the nearest town ( whatever that is) train into London, train back out to relative civilisation was the best we could manage to come up with. Decided to retrace our steps one last time when something outside the John Lewis entrance looked different - it wasn't John Lewis! Mystery solved. We haven't been back since.
Car parks are not my strong point. My wife does the driving, so all I need to do is use the map (yes, really a MAP). SHE makes a note of where we are parked. All I have to do is remember to have change for the machine - until it's card payment only. Sigh!! More confusing still are those car parks that are free. I NEVER remember to take no change!!
I went to an exhibition at the NEC and very cleverly wrote the car park letter and section number on the ticket. When I left I took my ticket out of my pocket - nothing on there. I'd written the information on my entry ticket to the exhibition, not on the parking ticket. Thankfully that was in the days when I did have a decent memory and did manage to find my car.
More recently my car went in for service so we took my wife's car into town. I generally just have a coffee, then go back to the car while she trawls the shops. God knows how it can take so long with most of them closed, but that's another story. Up in the lift I go, round to where we had parked - no car! Start to wonder where it's gone when it does dawn on me that we have my wife's car and not mine. Panic over.
It took many years and heated arguments before I could train my husband not to move the car to 'a better place ' while I was in the supermarket. He's lucky I didn't send him to a better place 😵
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“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
SHE makes a note of where we are parked. All I have to do is remember to have change for the machine - until it's card payment only.
Sigh!!
More confusing still are those car parks that are free. I NEVER remember to take no change!!