Up at the crack of dawn to drive south, back to my busy life. But the car had other plans, and we ended up with a highly entertaining dilemma wherein we probably just needed to top up the oil but the release catch was broken so we couldn’t open the bonnet to investigate. I’ve foolishly stopped remembering to pack my leatherman, and had no pliers, no screwdriver, and no signal to phone the AA or google nearby garages. In the end we let the car cool down, drove to a garage, got the bonnet open ourselves before it opened, and spent £6 on being forced to sit down for another hour and top up the oil. Not sure whether the car’s burning oil, but that’s a question for another day. For now, I’m grateful that we were able to drive out of the National Park to a garage, grateful for the extra hour of down-time with A, while we waited for the garage to open. I’m also grateful for the good views on the slow way home, and grateful to be reminded that ticking things off in the planner isn’t always the be-all and end-all.