My final stop in the capital of Finnish Lapland is the most surreal of all: three hours of daylight and mountainous heaps of snow. But at the end of six weeks, there's time for one final treat
Alice in Scandinavia III.iv: Rovaniemi

My final stop in the capital of Finnish Lapland is the most surreal of all: three hours of daylight and mountainous heaps of snow. But at the end of six weeks, there's time for one final treat
On Finnish Independence Day, I visit Finland's answer to Manchester: a place of frozen rapids, vast lakes and the world's highest glacial ridge
Nowhere on my trip has the jostling between city and nature been more apparent than the Finnish capital, where wildly quirky buildings shoulder against frost-blasted rock faces
After the worst journey of the entire trip, Finland's Christmas City thoroughly redeems itself with its waterways, markets and knitted glögi cosies
The city of The Bridge makes good on its Scandi-noir credentials... but there's plenty of hygge too
Sweden's second-largest city proves to be an eclectic jumble of picture-postcard side streets, rusting waterfronts and a bleak island wilderness
A long weekend in the Swedish capital takes in Christmas markets, glögg, more folk music, and the biggest ship that never sailed
Bright lights, big city: I reach Uppsala during a light festival, and finally get to play some Scandinavian folk music
In Kiruna in November, there's little to do other than tour the restaurants and cafés, and play in the snow. But it's still a little bit magical
Featuring a strange 70s hotel, postwar industrial bleak, an Arctic menagerie, and the Northern Lights at last