Heading north, the sun behind us, the sea is still incredibly calm, the light softly travelling across its surface. A dark dull greenish hue, gentle undulations cross its surface, no breaking waves to be seen, not even along the rocky shoreline. Either side of the ship lie dark rocky cliff faces, the tops covered with a dusting on snow. Warm in the sun, the temperature is still 0° in the shade.
Life on board is pretty slow; fellow passengers can be found lapping up the warm rays of the much-missed sun. Docking sees a flurry of activity – camera clutched as we pull into Alesund . The 3 hors docked here allows a wander through the streets of art nouveau houses, and the scoring of a bottle of Pinot Noir at the Vin Monopoly store.
Later, when many of us have curled up in our bunks, there is a Northern Light sighting announced, and a flurry of activity as passengers emerge donning coats and hats over nightwear and emerge excitedly into the night to watch flickering lights on the horizon. A hint of green – or perhaps I imagine it - nothing particularly impressive. Back to the warmth of my bed.