In pictures not words.
About 150 miles south (latitude) from the last timelapse. This was taken between 11pm and 3.30am.
After collecting the GoPro at 3.30am, I did the necessary posting, had breaky and at 5am headed off on the bike for a two hour ride to the very end of the islands. Here are just some photos, I’m working on other stuff (including video) and may, only may publish later.
During my final years in the police I must admit that shift work, particularly nightshift, was starting to take its toll. That was at 50 years of age, so now, approaching 66, it shouldn’t come as any surprise that my midnight sun shift arrangement has taken some coping with.
But finally I feel recovered from my night owl exploits and rather feeble fell walk, and feeling refreshed I reassess my situation.
Continue reading “Seeing the light”It doesn’t get better than when you expect something to be good and it exceeds those expectations. This trip has done that in spades, and although I leave the Lofoten Islands reluctantly, I also know that more stunning scenery awaits, even if the weather will be more typically Norwegian!
Continue reading “Just what I’m looking for”Time’s cracking on and I’m up early in the morning so just a quick update.
The many tunnels south of the Arctic Circle visitor centre at least gave us some respite from the persistent rain being being thrown upon us. Yes ‘us’, because now I have acquired a riding buddy, or to be more precise he acquired me.
Continue reading “Just a quick one”Any of my blog followers of any repute will recall Seville Gav, who I met on my first bike trip abroad, he recently told me to “Go to Hell”, not a phrase you would immediately associate with somebody with whom ( still can’t fathom out who and whom!) you considered to have a friendly relationship with. However, being ‘easily led’, Jacob and I rode the road to Hell, and what a nightmare it was! Arriving in Trondheim we both agreed that this has been our worst day’s ride of both our trips! Not just the rain, the cold, the ridiculously low speed limits, the traffic, but apart from one rather impressive waterfall, no decent scenery at all of any note. And despite all the warning signs for moose, not even a snifter of one, even Sven was tucked away in the pannier!
Sorry to say Gav, we never actually went to Hell, there were roadworks and the only Hell we endured, other than the ride, was the tunnel of Hell.
The plan was for me to spend today with Richard and Claire, how bizarre you may think? But they are on a cruise and were due to arrive at Alesund this morning. I’d booked last night and tonight there so we could be together, that was until I received a message from Richard yesterday morning.
Continue reading “When the boat comes in……or not!”
