Arctic Circle Trail

What a glorious morning. I stroll up the small hill behind the hut, with a hot drink, to watch the sun’s rays paint the hills. My last three days on the trail are relatively short, so I linger over breakfast, […]

Sitting in my sleeping bag, gazing across the rocky landscape shrouded in heavy cloud, I’m enjoying a hot breakfast. The more you eat the lighter your pack gets, and almost half my food supplies have gone. The view across the

I’m already half-awake as Alice drags her sleeping bag into the dorm, having switched rooms in the night due to Michael’s snoring. I sleep through anything. She beckons me to the window to watch a reindeer circling the hut in

5am and stretching my legs down by the lake. It’s chilly but dry. Everyone else is asleep, so time for a quick wash in the freezing water before enjoying the warmth of a coffee and the changing colours of distant