As the only customers on a quiet mid-week day in Pottemaker Simonsen in Langgata (I’m sorry, but I think I spelled Langgata wrong in the previous piece, it should be spelled with two g’s, and yes, it does mean the long street, as in the High Street) in Sandnes. We were offered a little tour…

Its all happening on the house and moving front. Mor has her contract meeting for the new apartment, so we take her to Sandnes, and repeat the lovely drive from the Lauvvik ferry past the fjord and all the little lakes along the Ims/Hommersåk road to Vatne. We have decided to pay a visit to…

I remembered seeing those wonderful photographs of old Finnish women wearing strange things on their heads, so when we found this fantastic thing, branches that looked like antlers, I just couldn’t help myself. We have also seen quite a lot of deer on this trip. They are often grazing peacefully in a farmers field, but…

I took Mr.Jones to Solbakk and Nag to look at the ancient rock carvings and the old boat houses. Solbakk means ‘Sunny Hill’, very apt as our house in Wales is called Bryn Haul, which also means a sunny hill. Surely now Mr.Jones won’t complain how cold he is any more? Just look at this…