We are hiking. Incessantly. In the evening, the knees hurt, the legs do not want anymore. Nevertheless, we get up early the next morning. Something pulls us out again and again.
The clouds hang low over Snowdonia, the national park with the coolest name ever.
A new cookie is like a treasure map. Often you have an instruction, usually in the form of a guide who tells you where to go. Where the treasure can be found and how the way to the destination meanders. Often you have a card, sometimes the advice of a good friend and you rarely even try on your own to find the personal treasure.