Calming the Nerves

It's like a flamin' maze out here where I'm looking for a name, where hawthorn hedges line the fences, and the crossroads look the same. I'm up and down seems every road; I've criss-crossed east to west, as well as going north to south, where I am cannot be guessed. I've been through Catani twice, and three times into Bayles, so the road and house I'm looking for, on me mate’s direction fails. I cannot place just where I am, with all this wasted time I spent, then on a crossing close to Caldermeade - bang! And I'm in an accident. I was stunned there like a mullet, with nerves tingling to touch, I got out to see the damage, which luckily was nothing much. Then the fellow in his rusted ute, stepped out looking pretty grey, for he'd gone through a give-way sign, where I had the right of way. He looked at his car, then mine with a big sigh of relief, for there seemed little damage, were the words of his belief. So back to the ute he sauntered, returning with a drink, saying, “Mate our shattered nerves, need a steadier I think.” He handed me the bottle with the cap on it undone. I had a drink and then he said, “Go on you have another one.” I took a swig and then another, and me nerves were back on track, so I handed him the bottle, and in the ute he put it back. I said, “You didn't take a drink!” And he replied to me “I know - but you can bet that I'll drink plenty after the coppers go.”