My lack of knowledge of where the church being used for today's votes was, coupled with a attempted shortcut and a missing road sign resulted in me heading off up the hill away from the church.
Actually, I quite enjoyed the diversion. I ended up wandering round a chunk of Brighton not ten minutes from here that I'd never set foot in before, paused to admire the wonderful view across the valley from what's just about the highest point on this side of it, discovered a large open field that should be perfect for kite flying, and found the local church which I must go to properly one of these days.
I also ended up asking for directions by the time I got to the top of the hill, and by chance met someone who was also going to vote. We walked together to the church, and had a nice little chat about university, politics, and social work. She also recommended the church, and perhaps one day we shall see each other again.
To think if I'd taken the direct route and not missed the turning, none of this would have happened.