ON Wednesday, February 28 our daughter and myself set off from York to visit one of her old school pals in Nunnington.

It was a bitterly cold day but Penelope from the Thunderbirds soon had the engine warm as we "took off" toward Malton.

Unfortunately, never having been before, we got hopelessly lost once we reached the village and overshot our destination by about a mile.

Realising we were on a deserted road, we decided to reverse into a gateway to a field. Within seconds, car wheels madly spinning, mud being slung everywhere as if in a car rally, we were in a no-win situation.

Jeremy Clarkson, where are you, we thought.

Our giggling turned to anxiety when a big Volvo passed us and then slowly reversed from 30 yards ahead. No need to worry. Our tall, silver-haired guardian angel (minus harp) got out and calmly guided our daughter up and away safely across the road after several attempts trying to turn the wheels and eventually using a tow rope from his car.

I read many letters giving thanks to others. I do hope the said gentleman takes The Press so we can pass on our most grateful thanks for his time and help, especially as he would have been late for his next good deed; he was on his way to give blood.

God bless you, kind sir.

Barbara Woodley, Stockholm Close, Danesmead, Fulford, York.