"When skis turn grey and the sunset you seek,
follow it close as you will succeed.
You'll reach that moment when clouds open up,
and you'll explore a whole new world." Michael :)
The treasure was guarded by nettles and a zillion biting red ants (people here like to call 'em fire ants but they're just European red ants, Myrmica rubra - but the stings still hurt!). Serves me right for wearing sandals I suppose.