MY husband was in York last Thursday and was approached by a tourist who could not remember where he had parked his car.

Being the helpful soul he is, he tried to help. Apparently the tourist had parked next to a parking meter at the side of the road and walked into town.

My husband asked him if he could remember any distinguishing landmarks like a church spire or a shop with an unusual name.

After much thought he replied: “On the other side of the road was what looked like a scrapyard made up of containers which was covered in graffiti.”

We all know where that is don’t we?

He was parked at the bottom of Piccadilly.

Jenny Hilton,

Holgate, York