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Narnia or gone to the dogs

Dear Reader

I struggled to decide which of these two titles I should have for this evening’s post. Both apply.

It was my niece Tash who said she thought I was in Narnia. She might not have thought so if she saw my on a dog sled. I was not terribly good at it and in fact was the only person in my group to fall off. Which I managed to do twice, with my team of six beautiful dogs heading off without me.

I put it down to the fact that I was driving my team alone, and did not have a passenger for ballast. Either that or my absolute inability to balance and extreme clumsiness. But I felt I had achieved something after two hours on the back of the dog sled. The wonderful leader, Felicia, who is pictured with the puppy that escaped was very encouraging.

Please don’t worry about me, Mum. The snow is very soft at the moment as they have had a lot of it, including last night and again while we were sledding. I’ve never spent ten minutes outside when it was snowing, so two hours of sledding in snow was quite something. I was not cold.

I have photographic proof of my success and my wellbeing, which I will attach - fortunately no one has a picture of me stacked on the ground or in a snow drift.  Apparently people fall off all the time, just not on my tour.








We were out for about 4 hours and saw three month old puppies, who are huge, as big as their mum. We had fish soup and coffee in a teepee with a log fire.











Then it was back to the Igloo Bar for a quick refreshment before heading here to my own glass igloo for a rest before this evening’s activity.






Sunrise this morning was at 10:47am and sunset was at 1:53pm.  So just over three hours, although dawn and dusk seem to be around for about an hour each on either side. It is so very beautiful it takes your breath away. My biggest challenge is that my glasses fog up as soon as I put a scarf around my face. It was ok when I was moving on the sled but not so great when walking or standing still. They got iced up when I got a face full of snow. Fortunately it was white, not yellow.

I have an Aurora Hunting Tour via Reindeer tonight but I am not overly optimistic. And tonight looked like the better of my nights, so I doubt I will see them. There is an alarm in my igloo that sounds if they appear so I will be aware if the impossible happens.

So for now, from the comfort of my igloo, I send my best wishes to those of you who have returned from tour, those still travelling and to you, Dear Reader, at home.

Cxx

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  1. Dear CH
    Fantastic experience in Finland! Glad you will still be blogging in Sweden as I might see some familiar places. Back to earlier photos of Coventry - I first saw the Cathedral a year after it was opened and in spite of my leanings towards ancient architecture, I loved it - what they have done with the ruins (have a painting of it unruined which hung in my childhood home), the organ pipes, etched angels tootling trumpets and the organ pipes - and then there's the wonderful John Piper stained glass (still hope to claim him as one of our Pipers). Glad you took the photo showing Cuckoo Lane - did you know you had Cuckoos up your family tree (modern spelling Cuckow) - Richard and Susanna were you 8xgt grandparents.
    Enjoy!
    Much love HC

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