North of the Line: Arctic Circle

From Trondheim to Bodo is 600 very scenic kilometres, and 10 hours by train.

Coastal inlets...

rushing torrents....









time to gaze as the skies change.

Up to the top,
where streams start
from the treeless bogs.......

to the Arctic Circle, marked by the cairn, and, for road travellers, by a Centre.
Of course it is just coincidence that the AC is at the high barren watershed. It could have been in forested country. More dramatic up here.

On the very long map of Norway.
It folds up like a concertina, and can be quite a juggling act.

Two Bodo seacats
 at work.
Very popular for
the coastal runs. 
This green ship says Green Reefers. Logistics of chilled and frozen products.

10 o'clock at night from our room.
Waiting for the sun shining on the skerries to tip the horizon at 67 and a half degrees north.

The clear sky had some high cloud drift in by midnight, so the whole sky was not white. But it did serve to show by the red glow that the sun was just below the horizon in the north.

On the way south, we all got out near the Arctic Circle to stretch our legs (and feel the breeze). This Dutch lady had come up from Sweden and right to the top end, but the weather was against them. This was the risk we chose not to take, and to be content with good visibility at Bodo.

Clear weather on the top was soon taken over by grey gloom for the rest of the ride. We had picked the occasional sunny day. Poor Scandinavia, like most of northern Europe, has had a late and wet summer.