Double lucky.

Set off for the Deep South. Bit of a late start.
En route Gaffer had the brainwave ... "Let's pop into Barton Grange for lunch."
MAGIC! beats motorway scran hands down.
On the way in I spotted this bloke and thought ... "I'll just dab him in case I luck-out wandering around." it being unlikely that we'd do much other than eat and away.
GOTTIM!
1st lucky ... Gaffer's brainwave B4 we got past Barton Grange.
2nd lucky ... My getting this fellow about to depart as we went in.

I just could not resist the oposite ends of motoring, hence the presence of the big 'un.