It was time for another trip for Mrs J.

This time, she spares you pictures from the trip itself because they would have been, well, mainly black. And not because of Mrs J’s questionable photographic skills. You could literally see nothing past the airport.

Because of the airport, Mrs J is reasonably sure she has arrived back in good old Scando.

Although, there is this light post…

Has she accidentally stepped through a wardrobe? Considering Mrs J’s track record in navigating, this scenario is distinctly possible.

Although very dark this time of year, it is beautiful here.

Also, Mr and Mrs B are here. Which would make any place on Earth feel like home.