Siri Wigdel

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 Read more

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 Read more

We had to get out for a walk again, away from bags and boxes. It was a stunning sunset, and since we live in Penrhyndeudraeth in Wales, which means the village at the head of the two beaches, I had to take Mr.Jones to two norwegian beaches in return. The colours and sunset were a Read more

Day 8 was Monday, and lots happened, including saying goodbye to sister, taking her back to the airport, for her to get home to Oslo after a weekend of heroic packing. I decided to hang on to my Lise doll from my childhood, with a view to giving it to a future grandchild one day, Read more

Norwegian life seems to be lived at a much slower pace in general, than what we are used to back home in Wales, but the last few days have been fast fast fast. Lots happening with mor’s house move. More packing and visits to our local Fretex shop, where Mr.Jones picked up another knitted cardigan, Read more

The raw Nordic landscape is beckoning, even though the weather is unusually cold for the time of year. We seem to be having The Four Seasons in one day, each day. Thick slow snowflakes were falling while we went for a short walk by Refsvatnet to Thorsnes today. We are taking it easy, trying to Read more