A short break in the porch of a vacation house
Thursday June 4th 2015. Markebygde (Levanger ) 21 km.
When the sun comes out it is beautiful
Another picture from the porche
Harrie Huijben pony en hond
As one can see, not all grey, fortunately
Lunch stop in a shed for mail boxes
Meeting a Dutch couple from Zeewolde
Arrival at the parish building of Markabygda
Fire place was burning
Francien considers playing piano
Though I slept well every time I turned I could hear the continuous rain lashes against the window and roof. Rob de Nijs sang 40 years ago: “Zachtjes tikt de regen tegen het zolderraam, ritme van de eenzaamheid (Gently the rain taps against the garret window, the rhythm of solitude …”). I thought instead, very hard the rain is hitting against the hostal roof, promise for the new day …
After a calm and slow breakfast we were ready for the trip through Norway’s beautiful scenery, hoping that in the meantime the rain would stop, but at last we left anyway. While one storm after the other poured upon our heads, we felt blessed that the wind (mostly) blew against the back, that sometimes the rain poured a little less, that everything we had to carry uphill would go downhill again and that a temperature of 30 C., which was predicted for the Netherlands next weekend, is not very pleasant on a trip like this. And, because of the rain and the cold, there were no mosquitoes. How lucky we were. Francien noticed that there were hardly any birds in these forests. No doubt there were a lot of fish in the lakes, but you don’t see nor can you hear them. Probably still quite nice! Occasionally the sun glanced for a moment. After several hours of walking through the hills / mountains, on a gravel road through the woods and along lakes, we felt it was time for a break. We installed ourselves on the covered porch of a small vacation cottage on the shore of the lake. A beautiful place, especially if the weather is nice. Pictures. Tosca came to bring us a pot with blooming plastic plant. Very thoughtful.
Francien goes home tomorrow (1,200 km?) and I go to Stiklestad (only 40 km.), the city where the holy King Olav was killed about 1000 years ago. Let’s see if I can pass Stiklestad alive.
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