There was a map, certainly. Though with half the roads not named, once you had missed a critical turn there was no hope - except stopping to ask a local. I did; glazed over half-way through the explanation.
As someone says, "Simples, squeek." Stick in a post code and we'll all arrive in plenty of time, cool and unflustered, thanks to the magic of Tom Tom, Garmin or whoever. This is the 21st century, guys.
Hilton Hotel, Watford. I wished to get directions to this no doubt fine establishment. So I clicked on 'maps'. This is what I got:
Okay, this is not the actual map shown, becuase it refused to let me make a copy. But I promise you, it was a world map - with a title above it that said 'Local map'. And here's the link to prove it - Hilton map
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