Author Archives: timwralph

The night was windy, very windy, some tents were misshapen by this morning. Having wrestled the tent into it’s bag and not lost anything to the wind, it was an early start to get to the ferry at Andenes. The … Continue reading →

I’m sitting beside my tent over looking a golden sandy beach not five metres from me. Many small outcrops of rock protrude from a quiet sea. A shaft of light reflected from the sun runs across the water and cuts … Continue reading →

My hosts of last night were late risers this morning, so I didn’t provide them breakfast before leaving. Another wonderful day, clear skies with a rising wind late afternoon. Today was very much about cycling over a series of stunning … Continue reading →

Yesterday riding into Bodo on a Sunday afternoon I felt like Clint Eastwood riding into the deserted town in that excellent old film High Plains Drifter. For the first time since leaving Oslo it had been raining. Although heavy cloud … Continue reading →

Life north of the Arctic Circle is very much the same as immediately south. Fortunately the wind had dropped to negligible. Cool, heavily clouded, the day was ideal for cycling. We also met up with Paul from New Zealand. Raised … Continue reading →

Friday’s that fall on the 13th of the month are said by some to be unlucky days. Nothing could be further from the truth today. It has been a long day with so much variety and a chance meeting with … Continue reading →

No, I didn’t get stopped for speeding, reckless riding or not wearing a helmet. On my way up to Horn ,the first 60 km of the day in grey, misty conditions, around a corner came eight police motor cyclists. In … Continue reading →

Brian decided that he was hampering the progress of an Old Git on a heavily laden cycle. So he decided to leave early this morning so I could catch him up on the way to Bodo. Oh! I’ve got that … Continue reading →

The ferries ‘book ended’ the day’s cycling. I was away early from an ideal wild camp and covered the 25 km to the first ferry in the cool air. The scenery remained jaw dropping with bridges using small islands as … Continue reading →

I’m sitting on the edge of a wooded glade three metres above the Blikengfjorden, 25km north of Namsos. It is 9pm and the sun is still high in the sky. A breeze keeps the flying nasties away and the only … Continue reading →