I always knew, was certain, that dreams do come true. That you just have to want them to, that is enough. Just that.

And one day you drive your car, sagging at the axles under the weight of the luggage, onto the ferry, and gaze from the top deck out to sea... And the wind and the waves take you north, to that very place, to the land of magic light.

Lofoten – in the land where the rocks jut out of the water, where the sky is alive with fairytale lights at midnight, you find brightly-coloured picture-book houses, breathe the smell of fish dried in the wind – the smell of the sea – see the comical puffins and the screeching oystercatchers, and meet people who are welcoming and cheerful in spite of the harsh climate.