Here I am in minus thirty degrees finally realising what the meaning of cold actually is. Being British I’m accustomed to complaining about the terrible weather, it just seems to be ingrained in our DNA as a default setting. But coming to Northern Sweden has definitely given me fruit for thought as I layer thermal upon thermal, with the end result being a Michelin man type appearance, in the struggle to stay warm in what is truly a winter wonderland.

But the cold weather has been worth it to see what’s turning out to be a beautiful country.