Unexpected
On many levels unexpected:
Unexpected that we set out on Sunday morning for a trip to Alton Towers (yes, on a Bank Holiday Weekend? File that one under "Why the fuck?").
To provide some context, David had free tickets, and we took the view "If it's hell on earth when we get there we won't go in, we'll just explore the Peak District a bit."
Unexpected further that when we got there not only was it not hell on earth, it was actually quite quiet. Quieter in fact than when I was there a couple of months ago with work on a weekday outside the school holidays.
So we had a great time - went on all the rides we wanted to without any undue queuing, and got out at a civilised time for the journey back to London through unexpectedly light traffic.
I was, I confess, stunned at every stage.