Last week I returned to Oslo for a client workshop. It’s a trip I have taken many times before, although not since June last year.
The journey out was thankfully unremarkable, although I did regain some sense of adventure — a feeling I thought long-since eroded by treading the familiar path through airport security.
On my first night, I was working in the hotel bar, waiting on a former colleague to join me for a drink, when I first spotted giant flakes of snow falling. Given how mild it had been up to that point I didn’t expect it to settle.
I was delighted then that my commute in the morning was a blanket of white! The first snow of the year for me at least.
The snow stuck around and kept the fjords frozen. The following day we had a very dramatic sunrise, which I could barely do justice with my phone.
Time to re-visit my travel camera kit I think!
I had a very productive few days with a very enthusiastic bunch of marketing and communications professionals — the next few months now look like being packed with challenging projects.
I am back in the UK now, trying to catch up on my time away, while being buffeted by storm Ciara and storm Dennis. The winter here has a very different drama to Norway.