I tried to get to the station, but I found one leg slipping in the wrong direction until I was literally doing the splits (holding onto a brick wall). For a moment there I thought I would land flat on my backside - but I was able to retain at least a bit of dignity, laugh it off, brush myself down and carry on as if it was an everyday occurrence. At that stage I decided to ask someone if there were any trains, as the answer was a negative I decided to turn back.