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A windswept walk (almost) on water.

In Norway we have this saying that there is no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing. With that in mind I dressed warmly and set off for my walk on the beach. When I arrived the beach had become less in size, and it was hard to remember what it had been like in the sunny and warm days, only a few days before. Determined to not let a bit of rain and wind deter me from my walk I started walking. I found a narrow strip of beach not yet covered by the waves and plodded along.

I must admit that as I started off walking against the wind I did consider turning back and leaving it for a ”better day”, but then I decided to go for it. Needless to say I got a bit less tanned on this walk, and I wasn’t quite as warm at the end of it, but after walking for an hour and a half in the wind and rain, and getting inside to a hot shower and a nice cup of tea, I did feel better for it.
Sat here writing this I am soon off to the airport to pick up a friend of mine, Eilen, who is coming to stay for the weekend. Tomorrow we hope to take on the ”Pulpit Rock”, one of Norway’s most famous tourist attractions. It is a mountain platou overlooking a beautiful fjord. I will try to post som photos on my blog (to make those of you nature lovers want to come visit…).

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