Magical like Narnia...

Its taken me a while to get around to blogging about my beautiful holiday deep inside the Arctic Circle. Not only did I over come levels of coldness I never knew could be survivable, but I have also cured my fear of flying.

If your hand, or any other part of your bare skin, was exposed to the freezing air for more than 15 seconds it would go stiff and undoubtably would drop off after 30 seconds exposure.

We felt temperatures down to -20C during the day and at night it was more like -30C. When out on the Snowmobiles at night I felt just like James Bond although I am sure his thumb did not lose all sensation from the cold, nor his visor freeze with sheet ice that somehow formed as soon as it left my lungs. I also don't recall seeing him slip slide all over the seat of the skidoo, desperately holding on for fear of shooting out the side into a heap of snow at 60 kph. I was probably far more like Jennie Bond (the news reader) but no doubt much faster. :)

The Skiing was fabulous! Virgin snow every day. Plenty of skiing through the trees to be found and a couple of jumps sprung me back out onto the main piste, often when I least expected it!