MY partner and I were en route to a four-day birthday break at a hotel in Bournemouth.

I had been driving all day, having come from Birmingham via South Wales, where I picked him up.

In Bournemouth we drove and drove, and as I am hopeless with the satnav, we did not really know where we were going, and I found that Bournemouth was much bigger than I expected.

In weary exasperation we stopped at a petrol station and asked the driver of a black sports car if he knew where our hotel was, and after checking on his mobile, he kindly agreed to escort us there. We followed him…and followed him…and followed him…..and as it was so far, we agreed that we would ask him to come and have dinner with us at the hotel the following night to repay him for his kindness in going so far out of his way.

On arrival at the hotel, he stopped with two wheels on the pavement opposite, and we pulled onto the forecourt.

I got out to thank him – but he had gone.

Without his help we would have been blundering around for hours, so we would like to thank him most sincerely and tell him he certainly saved the day, as we were at the end of our tether.

My only consolation was that I told him he was a cavalier when he agreed to take us SABINA HOFMANN Birmingham