Pete in navigator mode. As James and I were the only drivers the deal was that Pete and Bill would navigate. I am not sure whether it was agreed in advance or came about by default, but they also had charge of the food kitty. That reminds me of the day we argued about supper. James and I wanted to eat out; Bill and Pete wanted to cook. So we split up. The rest of the story is a bit petty, so I'll stop there - it needs to be told not read!