When I was twelve my best friend lived in Wilpshire, and I walked there regularly. Partly because I wouldn't have the bus fare, and even if I did, it was quicker than getting a bus from Stanhill to Blackburn, then another to Wilpshire. Quicker to pull my wellies on, and head off over Whitebirk.
Walked back from school many times, the otherside of Blackburn town centre. So later would do the same thing after a night out.
In London I'd very often walk home from clubs, rather than get in some dodgy unlicensed cab, waiting outside wherever I'd been. Mainly because by the time I got into bed the room wouldn't be spinning...quite as as much.
