Plans, what plans?

My oldest and youngest sons and I planned to have a day's walking last Sunday, one travelling down from London to Amberley, the other already headed for his in-laws' home in Coldwaltham for the weekend.
Then came the snow, then the rain, turning our proposed route down the Arun Valley into a champion bog-snorkelling venue. So, the walk was off.
Instead eldest son arrived as planned and we came home to Worthing for a leisurely lunch and a walk along the promenade. That, at least, was paved and flat and non-hazardous.
His wife was due down late afternoon so she, youngest's wife and mine could join us for an evening meal in Houghton. The Bridge Inn there is a small, welcoming, warm, family-run pub serving great food. Except, the train she caught was abruptly terminated at Three Bridges due to a lack of a driver. The next train was an hour later. Instead she got to Haywards Heath, as the three of us already in Worthing did, by car. Then pell mell to Houghton to await youngest and his wife.
What a great meal! Lots of laughter, amazing solutions to most of the world's problems, until the two London-based couples took the mid-evening train back to Victoria together.
So, all plans seemed to be modified as the day went on, but the desired outcome was fully achieved - a family meal.