They danced and shimmered above us in a complex, choreographed sequence that immediately enthraled. They teased and tantalised, constantly shifting. And, as quickly as they appear, they can dim and disappear. A marvel of nature so unique and awe-inspiring that they leave you with a little bit of magic to carry away in your heart.
The island of Utsira, off the western coast of Norway, may be small, but its spirit and soul instantly capture your heart. Utsira, with its wild and rugged landscape, is bound by an enormous community spirit. It is a haven for birdlife and birdwatchers alike, and is so infused with international street art, that the whole island feels like an open-air art exhibition.
And here I was, standing on the ledge with a mind numbed to any thoughts that may deter me. One thousand metres below, the sapphire Norwegian fjord ambled along, unperturbed by its familiar steep and impressive confines either side. Still refusing to think, I stepped out, towards Kjeragbolten.