The Day The Trees Won

Greetings, fellow adventurers. Bjorn here. Today, the forest paths of Britain conspired against me. I sought to craft a simple box and then journey north. The wood, however, had a mind of its own, splintering and cracking in my hands no matter how I tried. And the forest path? A twisting maze that spat me back out to where I started, every single time. A day of glorious, stubborn failure. The woods are laughing at me, I'm sure of it. Back to the drawing board. And the map. Mostly the map.