Love the smell of birch in the evening
My youngest daughters’ grandfather used to call them mountain–birches, which is what he grew up calling them in south Norway. Birches that don’t grow so much upwards but in more or less all directions. In my old country they’re just birches and when I used to live there they didn’t grow on mountains. None that I … Continue reading Love the smell of birch in the evening
Do run run run
I guess I’m in no shape to run 20km with almost a thousand meters of climbing. I realize that now, third day in a row, three days after the deed. But while it lasted, damn it felt good! Still does, in fact. Continue reading Do run run run
Seeing places
The bus came, and the bus left. And I stood on the platform thinking—that wasn’t planned! Actually, what I thought contained somewhat stronger language but no need to get into the details. Cycling out of Bergen Norway, where I live, may or may not be a successful task. Depending on where you want to go … Continue reading Seeing places