I don’t know if it’s just me, but there’s something about this time of year that makes me crave adventure. I’ve always got a list as long as my arm of two things: books I want to read and places I want to visit. They’re the two things I can never seem to get enough of. And I’m forever adding to both my lists. Since summer (along with all of this year’s adventures) is starting to seem like a lifetime away, I’m starting to get itchy feet again. I can’t stop looking for where my next holiday could be and fretting about how I can afford it. Ever since I was younger, we’ve always gone away somewhere during the half term, but usually for a wintery city break. So maybe that’s the reason I always feel like I should be wrapped up wandering around a cobbled Parisian street or finally booking up to go to Prague… or Berlin again… Maybe it’s that my instagram feed has just become overwhelmed with #LiveFolk and people having an ‘authentic’ time against the backdrop of insane wilderness, that it’s starting to brainwash me. But I just can’t stop thinking about planning a Nordic trip. I’ve only ever been to Denmark, but there’s something about Scandinavia that has an almost irresistible lure. The break-taking scenery and the crisp, cold air. It feels like the perfect place to plan a wintery break. I’d love to do a winter cruise to see Scandinavia’s many fjords and the Northern Lights. For years I’ve wanted to travel to the Arctic Circle to take in the Aurora Borealis. Ever since I read Phillip Pullman’s novel, I can only imagine how breathtaking it would be to see the sky lit up so beautifully. There’s something eerily, otherworldly about it. Mind you, I have the same feelings of overwhelm when I look at photos of glassy Norwegian lakes and green countryside. So I think right now, I’d probably be happy with either. Now if I could only find a way of making saving up for a holiday seem a little easier and more desirable than going on a bender in Urban Outfitters or Zara…