years ago, my grandad had taken my older cousin up to visit family in the Lake District. plan was that they'd get dropped off at a pond in the morning by uncle, who would then pick them up on his way home from work.
as the car pulled away from dropping them in the middle of nowhere, they realised that they had left most of the essentials for a day's fishing on the kitchen table. cousin started to worry about being in the wilderness [and probably started to cry- (I know you're reading this, Si)]
grandad did his best Bear Grylls impression (even though he hadn't been invented yet) and surveyed the area.
"there's a church over ther, I can see the steeple" says Grandad
"are we going to pray, and hope that the vicar lets us take shelter for the day?" asks stupid cousin.
"no, son - wherever there's a church, there's a pub not too far away"