I'm still in London, but now just for the last (fun) few days as I'm currently sitting at the bar of a very nice brasserie waiting for 2 friends to join me for an Olympic wrap-up dinner/final drink before I leave the land of civilised clothes and heels, swapping them for walking boots and warm clothes, oh dear, that sounds a bit like my profile when I joined a dating site, I know, it's a miracle I'm not still single!
Apart from the (semi-permanent) change in attire, two other things dawned on me a few days ago, the first is that I won't see any TV for nearly 2 months and you know, that's going to be kind of good, and the other is that I'm actually driving my car all the way up to the Arctic Circle, yes I know I've been planning it for weeks, including scouring the Internet for exactly the cabin I want up there, but the realisation that I'm driving there, well, that's only just dawned on me.....because it's a really, really long way......
On Monday I thought I'd best be at least a little bit sensible and so spent the afternoon with my table spread with maps, plotting my actual route, working out where I would be stopping, for roughly how long and how long the drive would be to get there. You see 2 inches on a map of England could take an hour, on the same scale map around the fjords can take a day, plus if 'half way' is in the middle of nowhere there's nowhere to stay and if 'from there to there' is 12 hours, Lexi the Lab would not be best pleased if I drove it in a day. I've had to cut out Oslo, Gothenburg (sad about that one) and the whole area/island of Odense in Denmark, cutting straight down back over to Germany, but if it pans out that a new job doesn't need me for another week, then maybe it can slip back onto the itinerary.
So, after 3 hours of maps, towns, ferrys and planning, I was on a high and my dear mother was on the receiving end..... she must have thought there was a time warp and she had a hyper 7 year old daughter on the phone not a forty....something......year old....you get the picture.....
I've now got my first 3 weeks accommodation booked, but it's all campsites and so pretty flexible, but still haven't got the cabin in the Lofoten Islands booked. I really want the picture postcard wooden cabin on the waters edge, they are there, but are either booked for just one night in the middle of the period I want, or are £1,200 for 5 nights and much as this is a trip of a lifetime, common sense does come into play sometimes.
Last night a friend stated the obvious (!) that I could change my dates to be there to avoid the blocked out date and I realised that I could, nothing is set in stone, but that's part of the whole adjustment that I'll be going through, realising that for the next few months I really can be anywhere on this planet, so arriving in the Lofoten 3 days later, well, it's hardly brain surgery is it.