@FreakyFwoof @Scott Well there was that one time ...

I got off the train in the rain. I must have been 10, 11 years old. No phone. No announcements of the stops, either, not on my local valleys line. I had to count stops and hope, as a rule. Clearly, as I plodded on and nothing felt familiar, I realised I'd miscounted on this occasion.

So the rain keeps blattering and blustering and I keep walking, there's fences and walls and I hope that soon I'll come to something vaguely familiar. I have 10p for a phone box if I can find one, or i'll just ask the next person I hear.
I pause.
I hear someone, maybe.
I walk a bit further on.
Yes, that does sound like breathing.
"Hello," I exclaim!
"I presume Caerphilly is back the other way? Could you tell me where I am, please?"

The answer was a nay, I could not be told.
I was talking to a horse.