Siri Wigdel

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 Read more

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 Read more

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 Read more

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 Read more

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 Read more

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 Read more