This review of our Inghams Lapland Adventure is a sponsored post.
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Far beneath you, surrounded by snow-burdened boreal forests and icy blue waters, lies Finland’s Arctic Circle: the roof of the world. A precise 66°33′46.3″ north of the equator, this imaginary circle marks our planet’s most northerly point.
However, far more than just a geographical boundary – crossing here means passing into another world entirely.
Finland’s Lapland is a place that, come the winter, lives in perpetual darkness; the inky black of its polar nights settling across fells and tiny, glowing villages. It’s a place where reindeer outnumber people, where fires burn nightly and where the sky is illuminated by celestial lights. It’s the home of Father Christmas, of trolls and of packs of blue-eyed dogs that run through the night.
It is a place that once you visit, you’ll never forget.
A trip to Finnish Lapland has long dominated my bucket list, particularly since Claire’s own trip to the Swedish Arctic.
Harbouring dreams of crackling wood fires, the quiet of a snow-filled landscape and dusky pink skies, I struggled to imagine a place more magical – more other worldly- to visit.
All I needed was an excuse to go.