See I always know where I am, and have a horribly accurate sense of the time (it's nearly five he says, not looking at a clock). Sometimes it's all too grounded, and that mental compass gets too wound up.

It didn't work in Oxford, nor in Bristol, and it took a while in Canterbury - which I must comment on some time - but otherwise I have a rather uncomfortable sense of where I am - and where the nearest second hand bookshop is.