Deadlines and All-Bran?

They both keep you moving!

We've been on the go now on our quest to get back for the wedding for what seems like days. In fact, it is days.... all of them under engine. There is as little wind up here as there are people.

We had been told that while Norway has a reputation for rain, if you can get far enough north you get into the Arctic High and better weather. Well, that's what it seems we are in. One big hole with not a drop of wind.

Still, the sun is out and yesterday we saw our first non-TV Orcas. A whole school, pod or whatever you call the collective went past, complete with their big, Free Willy dorsal fins. One or two breeched (or is it breached?) giving a a spectacular yet vaguely threatening show. Having seen what they do to the poor wee seals you had to worry about the three guys we had just passed fishing in a twelve foot aluminium dinghy, right in their track.

We have changed our route back, picking a different track through the islands. We are getting better and a bit more daring at the shortcuts. However, as usual, just when you think you're being really bold, the 500 foot long Hurtigruten comes around the corner having negotiated the skinny channel you've spent hours checking for height and depth.

Tonight we are in Mageroy. An old trading station that consists of just a few houses and the original old building. It holds the bar, restaurant and gift shop. Four boats are moored in the bay and typically, not a sign of life.

Tomorrow, the fleshpots of Kristiansund.