Having stumbled through the COVID years with a distinct lack of personal goals (aside from mastering the art of sourdough baking and perfecting my Netflix queue), I was struggling to find something, anything, to reignite my sense of purpose. One night, while spiralling down the rabbit hole of Instagram, I came across a post about climbing the highest peak in every county of the UK. A spark ignited. While conquering the entire UK seemed a bit ambitious (for a man who considered walking to the fridge a significant athletic achievement), I figured I could at least tackle the Welsh leg. Besides, after months of lockdown-induced inertia, I desperately needed a challenge, even if it was one that involved voluntarily scaling mountains.