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We travelled to Scandinavia, The Baltic and Russia with Travelpride, the cie des iles de ponant, bob, and larry.
We were photographed by Dennis Dean. He was a joy, the session was light and fun and what he wrote in the book that D bought me for my birthday was lovely. We kept our clothes on. At that point.
I think I look quite good in that first photo, although there are an awful lot of pics of me from the trip where I can clearly see the hint of madness in my eyes. Or gin. Probably the hint of gin, now I think about it.
The memories of the trip? Waaaaay to many to get down in one hit. It’s taken me a long time, to be honest, and there’s probably a couple of posts worth on them.
- Taking a taxi with my train-spotter husband to go to take a ride on an antique Norweigian train. having the taxi stop suddenly in the middle of nowhere, andhearing the driver say “Out here,” whilst gesturing vaguely into the middle distance. “Train goes from over there.”
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Being greeted on the train journey by a conductor who smiled, clipped our tickets, leaned in, and, in a conspiratorial and ever-so-slightly outraged tone, said “I must advise you that, on the train today, we have,” quick check over both shoulders, “Actors.” Prounounced Ek-Torrrs, and said with the disdain usually used for the word Scabies.
- Taking said train journey in the company of a selection (one hopes) of Actors dressed as characters from Norwegian Fairy Tales. Unless the actors were the family sat opposite us, and these were simply Nordic Nutcases in Drag.
- Watching the series finale of Doctor Who, via BitTorrent, on Bob’s iMac in a Bergen hotel room on Sunday afternoon.
- Eating Reindeer. A lot of reindeer. Loving reindeer so much we determined to find a source on returning to Blighty. Fearing that, if our intentions came to fruition, Santa’s sleigh would be pulled by Gertrude and friends.
