Murieston Lost

I've got a bike now. A mountain bike. I've been out and about locally and safely with my girls.
Today however I am out solo. Not so locally and safely. Head down, pumping, peddling, panting, perspiring and panting altogether a bit too irregularly. Ah the freedom.
Wait a minute, where the hell am I?
My eyes tell me it's a lakey/pondy thing.
GPS tells me it's Murieston.
The enthusiasm is there but the inner compass has long expired.
I suspect there will be more of these similar Lost shots to follow...