We had a good crossing, and we danced and talked and smoked, as we did in those days. And when we got to Bergen I had a place booked, and Kirsten of course joined her family. She'd been spending a year as an au pair girl in England to perfect her English, which seemed to be pretty good to me anyway. And I went to see a name that I had been given by Barry Dawson, another Australian student who had visited Scandinavia, and he had got to know a Danish [sic] student, and said, look them up. So I did, and this family were very accommodating and pleasant, and insisted that I stay for dinner. And they'd arranged – they knew I was coming, because I had let them know I was coming – and they said, ‘We must go for a party up to Fløyen', which as you probably know is the mountain just above Bergen, served by a cable car, and has this wonderful view over the harbour of Bergen and the fjord. So we went, and they said, you can bring a friend, if you like. The only friend I knew, of course, was Kirsten, so I phoned her and she said, yes, she should come, which I think was a bit hard on her parents but anyway we had a marvellous time dancing and eating up at Fløyen. So that was in fact a romance which was to blossom over the years until we finally got married in 1951, but that's ahead of the story.