It would only cause confusion if I simply said I had walked to the village. You'd have no idea if I returned safely. Not always a guaranteed result given the twisting route and the major lack of driving skills.
What do you say or when you see yet another lorry driver welded to his mobile phone? As his vast, intercontinental, 40 foot container, 7-axle lorry is on completely the wrong side of a twisting road. One with literally miles of unbroken, double white lines. [Double yellow lines if this were in the US.]
Walk down the high street swinging a baseball bat and you seriously risk being shot by the police. Drive a 40 ton truck past the village schools and shops with literally one hand, everywhere you go, and you get off Scot free.
The school is only a couple of hundred yards further the village entrance. Hundreds of children swarm out mid-afternoon onto the pavements, gathering around bus stops, riding their bikes or crossing the busy road without any protection.
Not even a traffic island to provide a midway refuge for children crossing the road. The road past the school is wide and perfectly straight. I'll leave you to guess the average speed there.
Late morning ride to the shops. Only 7 miles. Going well again.