Svolvær

It has been some journey.  Over two days we flew from Edinburgh to Oslo, caught the sleeper train to Trondheim, swapped onto the daytime Vy.No service to Bodo (complete with line closure and bus detour) and then, this morning, we flew the red-eye island hop into Svolvær. This trip was always going to be as much about the journey as the destination, the railway journey into the Arctic Circle being a highlight. The problem with rail journeys is they provide little opportunity for effective photography – through glass, at speed and with reflections, it is never going to produce good results.

Svolvær, our destination, provides more than adequate compensation. This morning we walked the road bridge to Svinoya and Kjeoya islands – dried fish central. There is a distinctive smell to these small islands – and this is their unlikely destination – Nigeria.

Racks with a view

Dried fish head anyone?

The source of the smell

Fortunately, there is more to the beautiful Svolvaer than dead fish …

Svolvaer Harbour, Lofoten Islands, Norway – colourful and busy.

The view from the bridge

Something fishy going on …

Svolvaer Harbour, Lofoten Islands, Norway.

The view from the small islands

… Svolvaer skyline

Weekly Photo Challenge: Fresh

There is a bitter iced wind blowing in off the lagoon.  The temperature is hovering just above freezing but it feels much colder as the end November sun hides behind a blanket of cloud; in Piazza San Marco, Caffè Florian is doing a brisk trade but no one sits outside. At the fish market next to the Rialto Bridge everyone is wrapped in deep layers and nobody wants to lift the fresh iced fish from the counter; Venice is gripped in winter and no one is happy:

Venetian MarketVenetian MarketVenetian Market

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