Our first port of call was Olden, a very pretty village in a pretty fjord setting. We wandered ashore rather than take an excursion, we had been to Olden before where we did a tour to a glacier which resulted in Virginia spraining her ankle. We went as far as a small Church which had antlers on the ends of the pews. Virginia looked at socks in the souvenir shops but resisted temptation. The soft toy Beatrice we brought with us was photographed in various spots.

The second port of call was Åndalsnes, a bigger but less pretty place. We hadn’t been there before. We patronised a chemist for Virginia to get nail varnish remover, and a supermarket where we got water and notebooks to write things in. Happily English is fairly well understood, and credit cards usable rather than having to have Euros.

The most interesting thing we saw in Åndalsnes was a railway carriage, which had been converted into a chapel close to where we had docked. Consecrated by Bishop Odd Bondevik in 2003 - doubtless some English names look odd to the Norwegians.