Hitch

The first person through the door was a lady.
"Please tell me you have tea and the Church is open today."
Tick. And tick.
Turns out she'd walked the seven miles from Stourport, almost getting runover in the process. She was doing some course at Oxford which involved baroque stuff and thought she'd walk from her narrow boat, on which she lives for 5 months of the year, to see the baroque Church.
She ordered tea and a teacake and, rather threateningly, said there was no way she was walking back. She'd "hang around looking for a lift".
Friday the 13th was kind to her. Actually my dad was kind to her. He gave her time to see the Church then drove her back via the garage which was servicing his car.
He says he didn't have to say much on the journey.