One of the songs on Hissing Fauna, ‘A Sentence Of Sorts in Kongsvinger’, mentioned having a breakdown in the dark bleakness of the Norwegian winter, ‘my nose buried in a book/while trying to restructure my character’. That sounded quite good to me.
I didn't know how to get to Norway. But I did find a way of getting as far north as I could - uni exchange to Lancaster, England.