I recognised the places though. Many of the coastal scenes were shot near the house where I lived, and I used to frequent the church late at night when no-one was in its rooms. I recognised the university hallways, the shop, had walked down the row of houses that were swept down by an avalanche in 2015. I know what it feels like to glimpse the very first rays of sunshine after a polar night and how to load a Mauser rifle.
I feel privileged to have lived and worked in Svalbard for a time. A little sad that I haven't been back since but... there's other life to have had.
|Heading over a mountain pass on the way from Longyearbyen to Barentsburg|
|Taking some of our team out for a run|
|Eating lunch inside a glacier, on the floor of a frozen meltwater tunnel|
|The first time I saw sunshine that year|
|Dogs are excited, ready to go for a trip|
|One of our dogs curled up in her kennel|
|Enjoying a warm cuppa in the spring sunshine|
|Northern Lights across the sky near Bolterdalen|
|Warming up frostbitten cheeks in the cabin|
|The first glimpses of daylight when the polar night started to recede|
|Town centre in February|
|The last day of work|