Overlooking the harbour is a row of very old trees that I found very touching. They seemed to be sentinals of a sort, perched over the harbour so as to bear witness to all the partings, separations, leavings. I couldn't resist talking to them, laying my hand on their trunks.
My first adventure was to Bygdøy Peninsula to visit the University of Oslo's Viking Ship Museum. Though I could have gone by bus, I opted for the ferry and as we were pulling away from the dock, I was stuck by the sense that this may be the same view my migrating ancestors' had of their homeland - minus the skyscrapers and waterfront shopping centres. Still, the surrounding landscape has probably not changed all that much - certainly, the distant mountains and lay of the land are the same. Imagining their pulling away from Christiana harbour - full of what? excitement, sadness, anticipation, sorrow, hope? - with a long, arduous journey and brand new land ahead made my heart pound.