Brilliant work from Morten Rustad again! This country never ceases to amaze me with it’s annual metamorphosis from winter wonderland to the exciting fury of spring, relaxing into the long lazy summer days before falling into autumn as everything readies itself for the big sleep before doing it all over again…
It’s six and a half mins long and the best bits for me are in the second half, the winter skies here are breathtaking…
Well, it’s almost the end of the summer and a full moon. What better time to make that long promised camping trip to Lille Gupu in the woods above Billingstad. And what a delight it was too. Fantastic, really.
Peaceful duck pond opposite the shelters.
We set off on the short walk to these little shelters around 6pm and soon made camp home. A roaring fire was built and the ever present sausages were soon wolfed down followed by our now traditional bananas stuffed with chocolate cooked in the embers of the fire. Oh, and a couple of beers of course.
Home for the night at Lille Gupu.
After getting thoroughly smoky around the camp fire we snuck into our sleeping bags. The temperature dropped to about 10 degrees but apart from slightly chilly ears and noses our new cozy sleeping bags did the job.
It got light sometime after 6am, so around 7am we kicked the fire back into life to ward off the early morning chill. Fresh coffee and pancakes made up our first breakfast, followed by a leisurely stroll around the small pond, sitting in the sunshine watching the ducks chasing dragon flies. So happy to be up early and to enjoy such lovely peace and quiet (well, apart from the occasional sheep or cow bell!).
Unheedingly leaving the camping stuff behind, we headed over to the newly re-opened Gupu cafe (5 mins walk away) and we had a very yummy second breakfast after chatting to the new cafe owners for a while. It was nice to meet you Anette and also to hear some of your plans Casey, we wish you all the luck in the world, especially in 9 days lol!(Anette is very pregnant!).
That finished us off so we broke camp and we were back in the car around 12. What an amazingly relaxing 18 hours or so. Lovely to be heading home as the relative crowds ascend to enjoy the afternoon in glorious weather in the woods. Again soon please!
Every country has it’s areas of outstanding beauty. Thanks to Morten Rustad here are some of Norways…
Wait until you have 5 minutes to spare, go and grab a cup of coffee and a piece or two of chocolate and watch this video. Goose bumps guaranteed, unless it’s just me and I’ve gone ‘native’! (don’t forget to go ‘full screen’ and turn up the music a little)
There is a 200 acre lake about 20 minutes drive West of Oslo in Norway that is a favorite place with the locals for walking, sauntering, jogging, running and generally pottering about in the outdoors and yet apart from the odd Polish guy fishing from an old row boat once in a blue moon, the actual lake is unused in the summer and autumn…..
Hmm. Time to find a spot to launch the ‘river pig’. Fortunately I have an old Honda CRV so finding a spot to get down to the water was easy.
I’ll let the photos take over from here….
Very relaxing couple of hours! Stay well
p.s. the winter is a different matter though, and the lake hosts an annual ‘ice festival’ featuring teams of guys (and gals) who’s challenge is to haul ten blocks of ice out after chopping and sawing them from the half meter or so of ice that has formed by late March. Some ‘idiots’ also take a short (very short!) dip in the newly exposed water! Horse and carriage rides are also available for the kids alongside a roaring fire to toast your sausages on sticks. Very weird to see a big fire in the middle of a large lake! Ice insulates as they say…
It seems all things are chicken related in our life recently. It has been 12 weeks since we picked up half a dozen (see, chicken related language too!) fluffy little balls with tiny beaks and claws.
But that seems a long time ago now when you look at them, all grown up. Well, not quite grown up, lets say ‘teenage’ chickens. Still, we can’t expect any eggs this summer as it’s usually around the 20 week mark before they start laying. Plus, we were a little unfortunate with the three light Sussex chicks, as 2 turned out to be cockerels, so we sold them on for a tiny profit. Sad to see them go as they were magnificent looking chickens as well as great characters (well, not No.2 as he was a little mean).
I just wanted to post his short video to show how fussy chickens are when it comes to choosing a place to sleep. It seems that each chicken wants to sleep where another one is already settled down. Quite comical to watch this totally pointless exercise, especially when you remember that chickens are NOT fussy about anything else in their life. They are not fussy about what they eat, they are not fussy about where they live, they quite happily poop in their food or water or step in their poop and then walk all over their food or indeed each other! But come twilight you can recon on some serious squawking as they ‘negotiate’ (ok step on each other!) about where they are going to while away the small hours………
The transcript goes something like…. No, no, I want to sleep there, you sleep over here, no, hang on. You move over and I’ll just go over the top. Nope, no good, you stay there and I’ll just jump down and then back up over there…. and so on for half an hour…