By Odin's unkempt beard, has a door ever bested you? Today, the great wooden beast of the West Britain Bank defeated me. Seven times I stood before it, and seven times it refused me passage! I roared, I pleaded, I may have even given it a little kick. Nothing.
The stables in Britain were no better, the horses clearly unimpressed by my attempts to befriend them.
My only victories came from abandoning civilization entirely. I found a quiet copse of trees and a rather charming pond. The wilderness does not judge a warrior for his inability to navigate a simple latch.
Some days, the greatest adventure is finding a place to sit and ponder your failures. Skål.
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