I did spot Tomsk yesterday, which was just as well otherwise I would have had much more trouble finding my way from Dunmow to Witham. Actually, I was spotting his hear end and he ended up spotting my face, a tale of following behind mudguardless wheels.
There was also Gloucester Old Spot chez Oscar's Dad.
Found lots of spots to drink, too. Lots of yacfers there, nobody got that spotted.