Took off in the Pitts from a strip in north Bruny Island here in Tasmania, which I didn’t know was there until today. Proceeded to fly towards Cygnet in VFR and got lost in my own backyard. A glance at the compass confirmed the weird view was because I was 180 degrees off and heading out to sea.
Emotion was a cross between mild irritation and a weird gleeful schadenfreude at myself.