Orienteering
Once upon a time...
When I was 12 years old, my mother dragged the family out to something called an 'orienteering event'. We set out eagerly into the woods together, and tackled the course with true team spirit. My mother carried the map, my father kept hold of our 'control card', and I took proud posession of the compass. We all got separated and then lost (at least I think it was in that order...). Alone, deep in the woods, and with only a vague notion of how I had got there, I somehow managed to find my way back to the finish. I have been addicted to this stupid sport ever since.
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