On my honeymoon my wife and I made an experiment: she went on her first Munro (-> The Cairnwell), and I made a trip with a horse.
After this, each one knew that the world of the other wouldn't fit for one. I never sat on a horse again and she never walked upon a mountain.
"Got tight last night on absinthe and did knife tricks. Great success shooting the knife into the piano. The woodworms are so bad and eat hell out of all furniture that you can always claim the woodworms did it."