A trowel and a toothbrush
The statues in Trondheim brought to mind a museum that Christian and I found quite by accident in Naxos last year. It... Read More
In the land of the blind
It’s through their works and not their bones that you see the people who have gone before. The old Nidaros cathedral in... Read More
Forward thinking
I had tired of carrying my snowshoes strapped to the side of my pack, making me stick in doorways and tearing at... Read More
A momentary fit of pique
In a momentary departure from travel tales, I have recently been reading Yes Man, by Danny Wallace. For my own tastes he’s... Read More
Narvik-Trondheim
‘The first time I came to England was in 1950. I had very little money, and they were supposed only to let... Read More
Polarmuseet
I loved the Polar Museum in Tromso. Mainly because I have a childish fascination with old-school heroes, and also in a small... Read More
Reindeer taxation
‘This is totally wrong!’ Shouted my new friend, jabbing with a half-smoked roll-up at a small newspaper cutting that he had taken... Read More
Fragments of conversation
I was talking to a Dixieland jazz player, in his sixties, in a bar in Gamla Stan. I told him how much... Read More
Inspiration
I spent last night on a sleeper train from Narvik to Stockholm. Seemed a pity to be in Scandinavia and not at... Read More