Morning on the fjord

I was the first to rise the next morning Chris had expressed a desire to sleep in and do that “relaxing” stuff that some people seem to enjoy doing on holiday. I attempted stealth as I headed into the kitchen/dinning/living room (but botched the stealth part by bashing my knee as I climbed down from the top bunk).

I pulled back the curtains, and saw that the weather had turned. I pulled on my canvas shoes, and headed straight out of the door in the shorts and t-shirt that I had slept in to confirm that the day was indeed, glorious and warm (that is warm given that I was mucking about in snow, the previous day but a few kilometres from where I stood).

The fjord, lit by the full brilliance of the sun, was stunning. Our cabin being directly beside the shore, offered all manner of appealing views, so I sallied forth with camera and tripod to bask and photograph.

After a few minutes of reflection I decided that Chris would never forgive me if he were to miss this, and conscious that the weather could turn sour again at any time, I decided to rouse him. On seeing the fjord and surrounding peaks glistening in the bright sunshine Chris agreed that I had indeed made the right choice.

After taking in the cool air we got to preparing to head out. We cleaned our boots on the porch, prepared sandwiches for lunch and packed our gear. As we went we listening to music, our strictly classics only selection included ‘Man or Muppet’ (winner of this years ‘best original song’ Oscar) and ‘Dare’ by Stan Bush.Weiterlesen