The model

With Moskan Gaisi to our backs
the sun illuminates our model
see the reindeer, cross their tracks
this warmski game is such a doddle

Into Dividal we get Ovre
to Norway's northern nasjonalpark
the wind begins to give us bother
instantly it's not a lark

Descending ground lets us fly
we'll surely reach Daerta in a jiff
but Robert falls and hurts his thigh
marooned above a rocky cliff

The pulks are lowered with some rope
then plummet freely to the floor
the hut is hidden down the slope
excavation required to find the door

Soon safe inside from the weather foul
the fire roars and we can smile
in the morn the gale still howl
we could be here for quite a while

thats the nice in the picture, Longshanks captures the foul