Reminds me of the time in my teens when a climbing buddy asked if i fancied a trip to the Cairngorms. When?, I asked. In about half an hour, he answered. I was living in a commune and i owned, basically, nowt but the clothes i stood up in. We had a fantastic unexpected adventure for a week during which i just ponced about in an 'Oxfam' flight jacket and long johns.
You/one can make do.
It turned out my mate's driver/mate was in the RAF and was called up to Aviemore for summat or other. His windscreen wipers weren't working, and he needed a passenger with long arms to operate them manually.
