The car dies...no flowers please....

Our car, a highly polished, highly confusing, HIGHLY electric based, Frontera died.
Time of Death was record at @ 9am on Tuesday the 4th of August on our way to the doctors in the town.
It ground to a halt outside our village and has not moved under its own steam since.
On the long walk back through the stubble fields (in inappropriate clothing..of course, well no one had planned on walking had they!)the Husband and I discussed what we were going to do.
We already had a good idea that this was a BIG bill.
We have no money, in fact church mice are Donald trump compared to us at the moment. A big garage bill was not part of the plan this month, we had to eat, buy school supplies for our three kids, we had a barn full of straw arriving.
"Well its OK!" I said to him with a forced gaiety usually reserved for very small children on the edge of a large melt down, "We can finally have a go at living without the car!"
His glare was almost enough to shut me up.
Almost.
So I prattled on happily about reduced carbon footprints and exercise and money saving and the idea began to grow.
Now at this point I should say the reason this is called "The (almost) car-less family" is because it would be impossible to live where we live without a car forever. The plan is for Husband to buy an old landrover, which means that for about 9 months of the year he will be working on it and we will be without a car anyway....but also that an old landrover is not a car to be hammered around the hills and vales of Aberdeenshire willy nilly.
Well the final consensus is that we will use the Landrover for emergency journeys (Doctor, vet etc)and for planned trips into the nearest large town for those things that cannot be delivered or cycled to.
Well..it'll be a FINE adventure, won't it children...won't it?