On my last day in Oslo I got up early and ran across town. It was frosty and sunny and there weren’t many people about. Doubtless everyone was still sleeping off a Volcano Bowl at the Aku Aku Tiki Bar. Guards on duty at the Royal Palace stood frozen to the spot. After half an hour I reached Vigeland Park, a chunk of Frogner Park named for the sculptor whose work fills the grand avenues and platforms of this imposing and peaceful place.
Of all the statues in the main avenue, Sinnataggen (Angry Boy) stands out. The main monolith is an astonishing collection of human figures in a variety of poses. A central totem of figures entwined on top of one another rises fourteen metres into the air.
On this Sunday morning I had the place to myself and stayed until I started to get cold, when I trotted home past a funky tram junction which has had fountains installed in it. Food for the brain, the eyes and the legs before breakfast in Norway’s capital.