The National Trust owed me one.
End of June, they said, Grit, what would you like to happen now? To which the answer was, Walk round the Ashridge Estate with a Forester who knows his trees and his history.
After some lengthy negotiating process to which I brought an attitude of entitlement to the nation's tree treasures, and an irksome holier-than-thou home educator's tone (I apologise, but we have to use all means at our disposal to get what we want), the National Trust duly delivered.
Thank you, National Trust, and thank you to the delightful Forester who obviously knew his trees and his history.