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In the frozen Arctic tundra, the last thing I expected to find was love. Living in London, I was convinced it was the centre of the universe. My idea of wilderness was Elephant & Castle, and even that was best avoided. But here was a beautiful Norwegian called Aneka. It was an unexpected meeting, and over several days together, speeding over frozen lakes and desolate snowy landscapes, I quickly fell for her. I also fell hard for her home of Norway. My love of Norway may have prompted the other. Alta's red-painted barns stood out against the white snow. The Aurora Borealis flickered and danced for us every night. The wind sculpted the snow, and it looked for all the world like the northern lights literally carved the landscape while we slept each night. The while place felt completely unreal. From camp to camp we were led by a gruff, Norwegian ex-special forces guide. Terje had a sarcastic tone developed from years of dealing with TV crews, and office workers who would lose their breath running a bath. He wasn't the cliched hard exterior, heart-of-gold type. When your very life depended on him, his knowledge and his skills were more important than any warm, soft centre. The Arctic was unforgiving, maybe it had made him hard, but when he cooked up a huge batch of Spaghetti Bolognaise or a delicious reindeer stew, nothing else mattered. I was impulsive, and one day I told Aneka how much I liked her. The two of us didn't talk much, but I could see in her warm brown eyes that she felt the same way. When I embraced her, Aneka's kisses on my face were unexpected and spontaneous. My idea of fun was Tapas in Docklands, not a landscape where it was flat and white in every direction. I hadn't expected to be here, but I didn't miss London. The beauty of this wilderness -- of even being totally unclear where you were, other than a very vague idea of somewhere near Sweden or possibly Russia -- brought something to the surface that home never did, or could. Drilling a hole in a frozen lake for drinking water, sleeping around a fire in a traditional tent, these are the things that made me come alive. In my dreams I already wanted to live on a farm with Aneka in the Norwegian countryside. I didn't stay, after all, I had a life and a job to return to -- to a London that was loud, noisy, dirty and crowded. Everything that this Arctic town of Alta wasn't. As for unforgettable Aneka, with her wet nose and her waggy tail, she's pulling someone else's sled.