If your Dad's approach to navigation was the same as mine then it included a pathological inability to admit to being lost, so officially we were never actually lost, just exploring?!?

I always take my compass, even if I don't use it, makes me feel more confident.

I remember getting lost in the car once with an Australian boyfriend I had. He really started freaking out about being lost, but then he came from the outback where being lost is pretty serious. I had to remind him that in England you are never more than a few miles from the next village in any direction. *smile* I love that memory...sorry, it just popped into my head, that and his fascination with hedges ?!?

BTW I thought of you last thursday, I'm glad you are OK and I hope all your friends and family are OK too.