We awoke to a really filthy morning. There seems to be a pattern of one day sun, one day rain ( there's a song there somewhere!
We left Trondheim and headed seriously North, but with a diversion.
When my dad was in the Navy, he visited Trondheim.   He always joked that if anyone told him to go to Hell he would be alright, because he had a return ticket.   He always carried this ticket in his wallet, and would show it to Ros and me when we were young.
In Norwegian apparently hell means welcome and the town is just outside Trondheim, so on our way north we made a visit. We needed a bit of shopping so we stopped at the supermarket. or Hell Shopping Centre - exactly what most men would call a shopping centre!
We then paid a very quick visit to the station, but as it was absolutly p**ing it down I didn't stop to get a ticket.   I felt quite emotional following in Dad's (and Martin's ) footsteps.

We then carried on northwards towards snowy mountains again, finally stopping for the night by a fast flowing river, where we soon had a German MH for company.