Birfrost, the flaming rainbow bridge...

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We had some fog in Wales at the weekend, not too dense, but more than a mist. It hung in the air turning the trees to creatures draped in lace and turned the sky to a blurred palette of muted peacock hues.

On the hill, passing the sheep, the setting sun suddenly flared and sent out a bridge of colour across the darkening fields. A glimpse of Birfrost, the flaming rainbow bridge between Asgard and Midgard. If only I could climb and sit in Valhalla with Odin in the hall where the Einherjar await Ragnarok, that ultimate destiny of the Norse gods - a trail of disaster and final battle. The end of Odin, Thor, Freyr, Heimdall and Loki, the god of both.

So where did I get my encyclopedic knowledge of Norse mythology? A museum, a text book, an encyclopedia? No, all learnt from my ‘Fantastic’ comic back in the late sixties. Who says that reading comics is bad for you?