Friday morning, flying in to old Norway from Aberdeen via Amsterdam.
Pancake. It’s all flat as a pancake, down there.
I have been flying this route quite a few times up through the years.
Never seen her quite like this before, Mother Norway.
Dressed in her Sundays Best, even though it was just another Friday.
Clear sky from south to north.
Norway. Hills, snow, texture. No more pancake country for a wee while.