I was walking the dog this morning, down a country lane, when a breakdown truck pulled up on the opposite side of the road.
The driver wound down his window to ask for directions. He explained he was looking for the site of an accident where a lorry had shed its load of gardening tools.
I said "yeah, keep going straight on for half a mile, then turn left after the pub, carry on for another half mile until you come to a fork in the road, then you're there".