5 is a significant number this year for Oli and me. It is a year of discovery, a year of journey and a year of transition. It is the year we put our crazy plan in to action.
The seeds were sown last summer; due to work commitments I wasn’t able to take leave over the school holidays so we couldn’t up and go like we usually did. We had enjoyed a fabulous spring break in Lanzarote, with my partner and her children, chilling on the beach and exploring volcanoes. We also did the annual Dads ‘n’ Lads camping weekend, a flame filled fiesta of feral frivolity. But as the wet Summer sloshed on and I was dragged away by responsibilities of an Olympic nature, the wanderlust kicked in for both of us.
“Can we go on a trip, Dad? Just you and me”. At the back end of last Summer when Oli was firmly rooted at home and the only traveling I did was back and forth to work, a trip was what we both needed. But where to go? I was thinking somewhere sunny; warm, dry summers in the UK now seem to be a mere childhood memory. I certainly wasn’t prepared for Oli’s choice when I asked him where he would like to go.
“Midnight sun. I want to see the midnight sun.”
So the crazy plan was born. A trip to northern latitudes and an Arctic summer. This is our goal and it seems such a beautiful thing to do. We are going to celebrate the summer solstice in the land of the midnight sun. In a tent. In Lapland. Just me and my boy, and the wilderness.
Oh, and Big Blue is coming too.
To 66° 33′ 44″ and beyond!