I’ve just had my first driving lesson in over ten years. It went surprisingly well, and he let me drive around for most of the hour. Given I only ever failed on parallel parking I suppose that’s what I should expect, but I was still astonished at being able to change gear correctly. Right up to the point where I stalled us at a junction.
This chap is much better than the one who taught me back in Blackburn, all those years ago. He took me through every single manoeuvre, and provided a commentary whenever I was doing anything right or wrong, taking apart my actions and showing them to me so I could see what was right and what was wrong. Maybe that’s standard nowadays; certainly the only thing that seemed to be standard ten years ago was body odour used by instructors like a device for subjugation of the trainee.