Just back from recce around ours (Lorton). Went out about 9pm to check on folk in the village and passed a stranded car. Passed it again on the way back and noticed someone in it. The guy sat in there was soaked, shoeless and half pissed. He could barely talk for shivering, but he described that he'd submerged his car at 2pm by trying to drive up the closed road and sat in his car for a while, 'til all the electrics went. He got out and got washed off his feet, losing socks and shoelaces in the process?? A passing tractor dragged him out at 3pm and left him where I found him at 9.45pm. Presumably he'd been sat, in soaking wet shirt and trousers, for nearly 7 hours, with the rain pissing through a stuck down window, drinking Glen something. Said he was going to sleep in the car, but then realised he was more than chilly. He'd called a mate, but didn't know where he was, so couldn't give directions. Anyway, I explained to his mate (trying to reach him in a 4×4) where he was and brought him into ours for a warm brew and to get warmed up by the log burner.
Daftest thing was that he was sat 20yds from a house, but didn't want to trouble them!
They've all just left in the Landy to try to get back to Penrith.
Sense ain't as common as it once was clearly.