WITH THREE BOYS UNDER EIGHT, my husband and I find it tricky to carve out solo time with them, and therefore decided to take each on an individual trip every year. An opportunity presented itself when a Norwegian friend who used to live in London invited us to Oslo. Margrethe’s six year-old Sid and my middle son Henry (above) have been buddies since nursery, so we relished the prospect of seeing old friends – and a new place.
Our light over was Henry’s first, so his excitement was tempered by nerves. ‘Why’s there smoke?’ he said, peering out of the window. When I told him we were lying through clouds he was delighted.