Saturday, 10 July 2010

Helicopter Ride


Sorry. I have no photos of this next bit. Shame.


Flying above the chill landscape. Fingers of God light reaching through the clouds, turning the Tarns to mirrors of liquid silver gold. I refill my champagne glass and sink back in the seat. No more riding today. At last, a herd of raindeer grazing in their summer pasture beneath the midnight sun. These trips are pricey but fabulous. Maybe I'll use the hot tub when I get back to my 5 star hotel.

Of course none of the above really happened. The reality is a Norwegian speeding fine that costs the same as the above, and threatened to spoil my arrival at Nordkapp, with a guilty sour mood. I stopped 22 miles short and took a dorm bed for the night. Vatta got me into the mess, so I let him weave the above reality patch for me. The way it works is you have to believe and feel the helicopter ride. It feels good. Then you are ready to move forward. Magic.

Dear Mum. If you are reading this. Dont worry about the Vatta stuff. Im just playing and being daft. If my therapist is reading this however. I have our September appointment in my diary, and will bring Vatta along!


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