A couple of years ago I flew over Sweden and Norway on the way back from the Far East where I had been working and holidaying with my family for a few weeks. The Northern landscape looked very different, from where we had been, it was rugged and dramatic. I was struck by how wild and beautiful it looked from above, I imagined myself down there, driving along the tiny winding roads through the forests and alongside the fjords. I determined to try to arrange a trip one day, but I often decide that kind of thing and never do it like the trip to the Pyramids or the Sahara
A couple of years ago I flew over Sweden and Norway on the way back from the Far East where I had been working and holidaying with my family for a few weeks. The Northern landscape looked very different, from where we had been, it was rugged and dramatic. I was struck by how wild and beautiful it looked from above, I imagined myself down there, driving along the tiny winding roads through the forests and alongside the fjords. I determined to try to arrange a trip one day, but I often decide that kind of thing and never do it like the trip to the Pyramids or the Sahara
