As we came through our last tunnel (having lost track of how many dark tunnels we had been through by now) Haukeli mountain lodge comes up really suddenly, and you pull into it quite sharply, as its just off the main road. I think Mr.Jones was pleasantly surprised, I think he had visualised something a…

We set off from Jørpeland, saying our goodbyes to my childhood home, and mor’s lovely garden, which we have seen grow and mature over the years, with definite influences from her many visits to gardens in Wales and the UK, when she has been to stay with us. She is now ready to not have…

This was the day when we were going to test how much you can possibly manage to fit into an Audi A4 Estate. It went remarkably well, and we managed to fit in: 6 boxes of books (one containing the whole Norwegian classical literature set), 1 box of porcelaine crockery (which I miracelously managed to…

My hometown of Sandnes is literally built on pottery. Pottemaker Simonsen was telling us all about how 7 generations back, one of his forefathers had rowed alone (in 1822) at the age of  only 14, all the way from the Hardangerfjord to Sandnes to become a pottery apprentice. He stayed in Sandnes and became a…