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Off again

Dear Reader

Now I am in Gatwick Airport again, but this time I am alone, waiting to board the Finnair flight to Ivalo in Finland. It was only very recently that I decided to add this little side leg to my holiday. The weather does not look particularly favourable for seeing the Northern Lights, but you never know. I have lots of other things planned at the beautiful Kakslauttanen resort. Stay tuned.

I’m currently having breakfast and coffee at Wagamama, having risen early to get a taxi to the airport. It turned out to be the most economical and rapid way to be here by 9am. They will not be advising of my gate number until 10:15am so I might just have another coffee here, rather than waiting around in the departure area, as that is still half an hour away.

I have been so pleased to read the positive comments made both on the blog and on Facebook. Thank you for these. It has been a privilege to document a little of our journey while on Choir Tour, and I have decided to keep this going until I get to Sweden at least. I know that it provides me with a record of what we have been doing, and so many memories come back when I re-read the previous tour blogs.

So for now, good morning, and I will post some photos from Finland when I arrive.

Cxx



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