Well, I tend to go on long-ish brisk walks for exercise, to try to keep my stamina up and stuff, but sometimes I get lost in thought and stop keeping track of where I'm going. And, er, yeah. One minute I was walking down this same old pretty path, and not-actually-the-next, I was in a field that looked exactly the same as all the other fields around, and I couldn't see any identifying landmarks in any direction. I did actually find a farmhouse fairly quickly, but no one answered the doorbell. So I just kept going until I got into a village.

I did the same once on a holiday, managed to find a tourist information place, and they gave me free tea and biscuits and drove me back to the youth hostel. My superpower is looking very fragile, so people want to take care of me.

Which reminds me that lecturers used to email me to ask if I was okay when I skipped. And worry about me if I fell asleep while they were talking. And one of them told me I was breaking his heart. :/

Ah, so PBR = American equivalent of Tennents. Which should probably have been obvious.