Many primula’s 2 months later than in the Netherlands
Isn’t this a plant that eats insects?
Well furnished hide out with head of a moose, coffee and cookies and a fire place
Once more, meant for fisher men
A sleeping place at a farm, but not for me Sleeping accommodation for tourists Another possible sleeping place
Tosca is enthusiastic with a found hip bone A rendeer antler?
Today’s goal In the center of the picture, in the back, my cabin My cabin closer
Jerpstad sounds like it’s a city, but it is a village, not even a village: no shop, no church. I’m at a farm in a cabin, which has been converted into primitive but cozy retreat. There is everything: wood stove, gas stove, electric. radiator, shower, toilet, running water and all that in a cabin and with beautiful views. I call that luxury. Tosca allowed inside tonight.
How was the day?
Tonight at three o’clock came two SMS messages inside. Weird, leaving so. The alarm I had not put good, with the result that the night lasted longer half an hour. Not bad. That might be, because to do tonight pee I did not want to tie my shoes and then 50 m. To walk to the toilet by the cold. So, barefoot, in my underwear, on the cold stones next hut in the grass at a temp. of from the freezing point. Now I’m in the meantime used to it.
Reave Singapore is a separate, he has no travel plan, trying to find shelter through couchsurfing, so far without success. Want to fish, but do not know how and where and what to fish. Our innkeeper said, tomorrow I’m going to Trondheim (walk 5 d.). If Reave wants he can join. I thought, do that but Reave because you do not love me in spite of your Ultraloop of 50 km. But that was already 6 y. Ago. But I want to come with you, Reave told me. Do you have good sense, and you have a plan. Why, always good sense? Yes, you sing, hum or whistle. I say, there’s always a melody in my head, even when I’m not happy. I whistle the death march. So that does not always mean good sense. And what does mmmmm. I say that’s an affirmative sign. Oh, they did not in Singapore. He felt this morning already stronger and decided 12 km. with me to run, after which he would take a split, direction station. A holiday waiting in the cabin before he could lift our landlord would be a lost day back to Trondheim. Here he certainly would not encounter the beautiful, blond, blue-eyed beauties, which he hoped. If he would stay there he would probably have much more chance with me. Ha, ha.
After our divorce, I soon found a beautiful canopy equipped with fire place for anglers, some strength in me the idea to sit on the right route. Photo. But at the next split was the question again: or follow the road uphill style, or a tiny path along the river, but that looked slippery. After some hesitation I chose the latter and the luck seemed to be with me, that was the right direction. The weather was nice, of course, yet with occasional showers. Lovely walk along the river. Photo.
A few times a similar conundrum. Occasionally I like a car, or a farmer (s), which is off to work. Is this the Olavsweg? No, but if you are here rises straight up the mountain through the Schapenwei, to get there by itself. What you call matter. Anyway done. Any questions a few times. Along a so-called 10 centuries old farm run. Photo. Uninhabited and already well on his return. Mortal sin. But at last were the 41 km. from there on the book. Or sometimes 41 were doubtful. I believe more in the neighborhood of 36 km. Turns potdorie I tele tact mass of Tosca. That means I can not remotely correct her, so I her much more needs to hold the line. I met my landlady 15 km. return by car to the place where I thought I had deposited the device, but no, pleite. Weather bale. The thing hung around my neck. A few I’ve bent over to drink from a mountain stream. Perhaps he is taking over from my neck. though it seems unlikely. Possibly the string is broken. The chauffeuse some chatting about the return of a mountain farm. In sept. the eldest son would take over the company. Then their son with his family from the distant mountains again back in the Heimat, along with two children, so my chauffeuse / landlady was looking forward very much there. I light the stove on, write my blog, warm a can of spaghetti while the landlord what comes neighborhoods and talk about local politics. He is in the council.
I’d like to answer a few emails, but it does not, but still. Mails go, but not send. Still answer some text messages. Among others a certain “Sister”, also with horse and dog 600km. wants to attract.
Take a shower and go to bed. The coming days are long stages to be on time in Trondheim. Areverderci.
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