I busked to Norway’s midnight sun with a cello and a broken heart | Catrina Davies

Taking a trip in my old yellow van, I tapped into a superpower I didn’t know I had – and found a freedom I never knew existed

It was 10pm, time many people are thinking about bed, and I was pulling on hiking boots. On the other side of the metal walls of my yellow van was the island of Magerøya.

I shouldered my backpack (peanuts, chocolate, flask of coffee), opened the door, and stepped into an impenetrable world. It had been light for 24 hours a day since I crossed into the Arctic Circle two weeks ago. The enveloping fog reminded me of the darkness I’d left behind.