NavList:

An essay for those interested in maps:

 

You can tell the good lady is from the Big Smoke.  If she'd spent more time in remote places she'd have known that when you get to a place like Hungerford you don't just drive through it.  You stop and, first of all, take on fuel.  Even if your tanks are near-full - whether you'll find any more further on is never guaranteed, and the person selling fuel is potentially a good source of information about what lies ahead.  Then you visit the pub.  If the place is a stepping-off point to really remote places you're also expected to register with the cops.  Its just common sense really, but you can expect to be quizzed about how well-prepared you might be for the next leg, including your mapping resources.

 

As you drive out from the relatively well-populated coast into the relatively bereft-of-people interior, you go from ignoring other motorists to acknowledging them.  Then when you get further out, if another vehicle approaches from the direction you're going then you both stop - blocking the road, but that's rarely a problem - so the drivers can have a leisurely chat, driver's window to driver's window, elbow to elbow, about the weather and the price of ewes and, what interests you most, what's ahead.

 

In two words: local knowledge.  The good lady is dreaming with her whimsical insistence on mapping accuracy.  As if there was such a thing.