Words: Neil Peacock

You come out of the mountain (the tunnels here are something to behold themselves), turn left, turn right and slowly Steinfjord fjord reveals itself. Off all the fjord’s we’d come across this was the one that lingers the longest in my memory.

The Vikings and Norse mythology have always interested me, I’ve read the folklore and watched the (somewhat questionable TV series). Here though, on this distant island in the north of Norway, I suddenly understood why they had believed in such dramatic, epic gods to worship. Looking across the blue steeled fjord at the mountain rising majestically out from below, looked in all its drama as if it had been ripped from the earth, or crumpled from above. The peaks sharp, imposing and utterly transfixing. Odin and Thor had been at work here, and a context to this beautiful landscape engulfed it like the snow that laid upon it.